come the quickening feet that fall
suffering as i suffer you
hearing you speak of pain
come the quickening feet that fall
suffering as i suffer you
hearing you speak of pain
raise your banners and ride to war
throwing around your name
see the damage of churlish rage
saddle me with your blame
you cut my roots and now my leaves are dead
they tumble down in pools of all the blood i bled
you cut my roots and now my leaves are dead
they tumble down in pools of all the blood i bled