Shallow Grave (Demo)
Well I dug a shallow grave today for a man i found lyin' 'long the way
Rigid body and a halo made of blood
Cast his thoughts into the dust and, yea, his soul for now to roam
Yea, his soul for now to roam
As I stared long at his face I didn't recognize the shape or its grey eyes
No significant identifying marks, no tattoos, or incriminating scars
No incriminating scars
For where was he bound, to greet his kin in some far western town in Colorado?
Or to a woman's arms just a few miles down the road?
Did she hear that fatal shot as it rang through the night so cold?
It rang through the night so cold
Some say there is a man
With a coal black heart
A fevered hand upon cruel iron
His pale horse, with breath of fire
They warn don't go out on the road alone at night
For he still rides
In my dreams I saw a storm, and a black hawk waltz upon the wind it brought
And I ain't been sleeping right since that last shovel full of dirt returned his fragile flesh unto the waking earth
Unto the waking earth
Some say there is a man
With a coal black heart
A fevered hand upon cruel iron
His pale horse, with breath of fire
They warn don't go out on the road alone at night
For he still rides
Rigid body and a halo made of blood
Cast his thoughts into the dust and, yea, his soul for now to roam
Yea, his soul for now to roam
As I stared long at his face I didn't recognize the shape or its grey eyes
No significant identifying marks, no tattoos, or incriminating scars
No incriminating scars
For where was he bound, to greet his kin in some far western town in Colorado?
Or to a woman's arms just a few miles down the road?
Did she hear that fatal shot as it rang through the night so cold?
It rang through the night so cold
Some say there is a man
With a coal black heart
A fevered hand upon cruel iron
His pale horse, with breath of fire
They warn don't go out on the road alone at night
For he still rides
In my dreams I saw a storm, and a black hawk waltz upon the wind it brought
And I ain't been sleeping right since that last shovel full of dirt returned his fragile flesh unto the waking earth
Unto the waking earth
Some say there is a man
With a coal black heart
A fevered hand upon cruel iron
His pale horse, with breath of fire
They warn don't go out on the road alone at night
For he still rides
Credits
Writer(s): Chris Woodhead
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