The Song of the Horse
The rain beats down around our stalking horse
Each drop shakes my migraine
The wind hisses and sings through the cracks in the door
And I hear the distant roar of all that's to come
I hear the baby cry
It's so hot in here
I smell the sour breath
And the timely decay of our boys at war
Every sound is a warning
We stare in the blackness
I dream of water, and the summer left behind
Our watchful eye look-out
Through a crack in the beast
Waits to call for our release
The stench that makes us wretch in this airless heat
If we're found, we'll all be done in
Draped around the city, hanged and burned
A quintet, our tribe
Await for the call
And it's my call to silence the troubled mind
If we don't get the sign
I might die in here
If there's no release to be seen
The stench that makes us wretch in this airless heat
As we wait for the wrenching of the belly of the beast
And I fall below, and I hit the ground, the grounds of my Troy
Ready for nine years of war
I fall and roll upon the ground
The beast has left me in this field
And now it's time to doubt
Every word they said, every word they said
Everybody needs a captain, everybody needs a King
Get me out of here
Get me out of here
What was that you said?
Blood ran in torrents and skies fell from you
Drenched was all the earth
Men lie quelled by bitter ends
And the rivers all run red
Every death I serve, every death I serve
Everybody needs a good last word to go out on
Get me out of here
Get me out of here
What was that you said?
Each drop shakes my migraine
The wind hisses and sings through the cracks in the door
And I hear the distant roar of all that's to come
I hear the baby cry
It's so hot in here
I smell the sour breath
And the timely decay of our boys at war
Every sound is a warning
We stare in the blackness
I dream of water, and the summer left behind
Our watchful eye look-out
Through a crack in the beast
Waits to call for our release
The stench that makes us wretch in this airless heat
If we're found, we'll all be done in
Draped around the city, hanged and burned
A quintet, our tribe
Await for the call
And it's my call to silence the troubled mind
If we don't get the sign
I might die in here
If there's no release to be seen
The stench that makes us wretch in this airless heat
As we wait for the wrenching of the belly of the beast
And I fall below, and I hit the ground, the grounds of my Troy
Ready for nine years of war
I fall and roll upon the ground
The beast has left me in this field
And now it's time to doubt
Every word they said, every word they said
Everybody needs a captain, everybody needs a King
Get me out of here
Get me out of here
What was that you said?
Blood ran in torrents and skies fell from you
Drenched was all the earth
Men lie quelled by bitter ends
And the rivers all run red
Every death I serve, every death I serve
Everybody needs a good last word to go out on
Get me out of here
Get me out of here
What was that you said?
Credits
Writer(s): Grant Gordon
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