Mire کے بول

I'm stones through the mire In this cold, dark night Shake my heat Bristle and bare my teeth Keep me hot Dread and feral Keep me hot Dread and feral I feel the ache in my bones I feel the wear on my soul But I wouldn't swap my lot For a lottery I wouldn't trade this chipped blade For a gold pistol Can't help but ask this, though How long How long must I roam Till I find some sense of peace Must I die With this question Burning in my mind? Blind stride unbridled By scar and title Shake my heart Spike my vitals Ignite my soul In a great revival I feel the ache in my bones I feel the wear on my soul But I wouldn't swap my lot For a lottery I wouldn't trade this chipped blade For a gold pistol Can't help but ask this though How long How long must I roam Till I find some sense of peace Must I die With this question Burning in my mind?