The Fifth Procurator - May Your Path Lay with Thorns Lyrics


fear now father

blood runs this altar

fear now brother

time binds the hands to your soul

feeling so low

lost all control

filling the holes

grasping at straw

is this the last time

or the next time

god help their souls

is this the last light

or the next night

god lead them home

fear now mother

a house with dishonor

fear now sister

all beauty, all beauty dies

may your path lay with thorns

for it still won't let you go

may your sun turn to stone

but it still won't let you go

may your sky crumble forth

for it still won't lend you hope

may your path lay with thorns

for it still won't lead you home.