The Traveler 歌词

Gathered here to lay to rest Our thought of malice and discontent Our word in stone: A libel unveiled A while now I'll rest Alive and awake Dressed in black, a summer's Our sweating necks reflected in A glimmering spade Spare from the wear Spare the cool touch of clay Cut by the blade Infected it swells, and it pains me again Left to erode The shallowest grave The hatchet buried But still it is within our reach Can't forget or forgive Can't forsake the foreseen Deep in our heart hate lives We bury this hatchet We cover the blade Watch the ceremony fade It was you who buried it here It's my wound my burden to bare