Outlaw (The Last Homage)
I came into despair
I thought about it once
that life is so unfair and I should lift myself upon it
I came into your house for the last homage
the floor was burnt with air we never breathed, we never had.
I recall each of your offences and I stand firm as I'm attracted to the ground.
Your cold damned love is buried in the sand where we swore vows to the skies around.
Before this World, you were an outlaw.
Before God, you're the one I love
I came out, it was hard.
Harder than I could stand.
The seed of a shadow, breeding willows in my throat.
And to the pale and white, I lied by myself.
What a shame, you're getting colder and colder.
I recall each of your offences and I stand firm as I'm attracted to the ground.
Your cold damned love is buried in the sand where we swore vows to the skies around.
Before this World, you were an outlaw.
Before God, you're the one I love.
Blowing up shrines or peaks, I belong
where those fickle winds will hang me on;
On the highest tree, you will hear the song.
Riddance day has come along.
Long, long, long
Has come a long way from home.
I thought about it once
that life is so unfair and I should lift myself upon it
I came into your house for the last homage
the floor was burnt with air we never breathed, we never had.
I recall each of your offences and I stand firm as I'm attracted to the ground.
Your cold damned love is buried in the sand where we swore vows to the skies around.
Before this World, you were an outlaw.
Before God, you're the one I love
I came out, it was hard.
Harder than I could stand.
The seed of a shadow, breeding willows in my throat.
And to the pale and white, I lied by myself.
What a shame, you're getting colder and colder.
I recall each of your offences and I stand firm as I'm attracted to the ground.
Your cold damned love is buried in the sand where we swore vows to the skies around.
Before this World, you were an outlaw.
Before God, you're the one I love.
Blowing up shrines or peaks, I belong
where those fickle winds will hang me on;
On the highest tree, you will hear the song.
Riddance day has come along.
Long, long, long
Has come a long way from home.
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