Gravedigger's Hymn
Every broke thing seems to know me
I'm the clock that never will move
Every story that you've told me
Tells me there's something to prove
But i'm a dead man what do I have
Pretty words don't work for the devil
I'm here, a slave to my past
And i've fell to lucifer's level
Fly on by, oh saint of the sinner
Doves don't rise, in heart of the winter
Rome can't die, though i've yet to begin her
All that i've known is a lie
I'm soon to hell's seventh circle
Drawn by the way of the noose
No store of relief finds me fertile
Oh, will the fates never choose
And i'm off to the sufferer's gallows
I walk to it by my own accord
Cause why would I stay in this shadow
Stuck by the torturer's sword
Fly on by, oh saint of the sinner
Doves don't rise, in heart of the winter
Rome can't die, though i've yet to begin her
All that i've known is a lie
Seems i'm caught in fierce october
Autumn's never keen on letting go
So I bow complete to dying clover
The tree's will sunder green to black, I know
Sorrow's not the saint of letting go
Sorrow ain't the saint of letting go
Sorrows's not the saint of letting go
So hold me now
Fly on by, oh saint of the sinner
Doves don't rise, in heart of the winter
Rome can't die, though i've yet to begin her
All that i've known is a lie
I'm the clock that never will move
Every story that you've told me
Tells me there's something to prove
But i'm a dead man what do I have
Pretty words don't work for the devil
I'm here, a slave to my past
And i've fell to lucifer's level
Fly on by, oh saint of the sinner
Doves don't rise, in heart of the winter
Rome can't die, though i've yet to begin her
All that i've known is a lie
I'm soon to hell's seventh circle
Drawn by the way of the noose
No store of relief finds me fertile
Oh, will the fates never choose
And i'm off to the sufferer's gallows
I walk to it by my own accord
Cause why would I stay in this shadow
Stuck by the torturer's sword
Fly on by, oh saint of the sinner
Doves don't rise, in heart of the winter
Rome can't die, though i've yet to begin her
All that i've known is a lie
Seems i'm caught in fierce october
Autumn's never keen on letting go
So I bow complete to dying clover
The tree's will sunder green to black, I know
Sorrow's not the saint of letting go
Sorrow ain't the saint of letting go
Sorrows's not the saint of letting go
So hold me now
Fly on by, oh saint of the sinner
Doves don't rise, in heart of the winter
Rome can't die, though i've yet to begin her
All that i've known is a lie
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Writer(s): Daniel Horton
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