Mud and Gold - Trills

The path is full of stones

The river comforts me no more

He beckons to a stranger shore

Cold wind blows, cold wind blows

Shall I walk the woods so wild

Wandering lost here and there

Into the arms of shadows

A heavy load, a heavy load

Take my life, take my hand

Take my life, take my hand

Take my life, take my hand

Take my life, take my hand

Death creeps through the meadows

Drenched in mud and gold

An offer made binding ever more

Thud of drums lead me through the dusk

I blindly go, I gladly go

A bridal trail of blackened silk

My veil a bank of thorns

Weave this garland with a dying rose

This ring of mine

Round my throat holds close

Oh troubled road, I know nowhere I go

Lead me troubled road, I know nowhere I go

Take my life, take my hand

Take my life, take my hand

Take my life, take my hand

Take my life, take my hand