The Marriage Of Steel And Skin - Oh, Sleeper

Man, the one you followed has fallen to our foe

But, oh man, you can’t just shed your soul and let ruin all your thirsting

tongues

Your tolls grow tallies, but there’s no judge to pay the debts

Our judge is dead but one must reside to bring down judgment

This is my call from the kingdom, and I will stand

Yes, I will stand

I’ll stand for the fires of the victims

Left to die

Left to die

And I’ll stay until they’re cowards on a pyre

Burned alive

Burning alive

Daughter, sweet daughter

What has brought this bed of blood?

What man?

What man has entered my home?

He’s wreathed your body in sin

He must pay

Now take my hand and show me the den where he lays

I’ll marry a blade to his throat

I’ll marry a blade to his throat

There’s going to be blood for the blood you’ve spilled

Blood for the blood of your forced will

We’ll stand for the fires of the victims

Left to die

Left to die

And we’ll stay until they’re cowards on a pyre

Burned alive

Burning alive

Now cut, cut 'til the head comes off

Until the head comes off

Now you’ve got to cut, cut 'til the head comes off

Until the head comes off