Saviours and Sinners

Oh these well worn spires, I thought so grand,
Stand crooked with deceit on this land,
And the ground it is dust all beneath my feet,
On the road of all I believed.

Saviour or sinner, loser or winner,
All are welcome to come,
Build a pyre, set a fire to all that you know,
We start again at the rising of the sun.

Will you live a long life, well beyond the pale,
When you own, just half of the tale,
For I have danced for decades to long,
To the words of my old gaolers song.

Brother or sister, steadfast or drifter,
All are welcome to come,
Build a pyre, set a fire to all that you know,
We start again at the rising of the sun.

Now all that we new from those jaded half truths,
Pull tight on the neck like a noose,
I've a burning desire from the heart of the pyre,
Of the death throes of an empire.

Worthy or needy, giving or greedy,
All are welcome to come,
Build a pyre, set a fire to all that you know,
We start again at the rising of the sun.



Credits
Writer(s): Cary Barlowe, Nathan Barlowe, Chris G. Coleman, Aaron Jenkins, Kevin Max
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