Shes not, breathing, her eyes are closed, its time to go. Coins on her eyes wrapped in silk and sealed in gold I can still see you, youll never know,
You will regret everything you said, I know you will, I know you well I can see right through you, like broken shattered glass Still holding on to the
His destiny carried in a quiver Land of Wawat, Land of the bow Reveled against discovery Born with genetic imperfections The Nubian Archer unable to
She got less than you or I, she got less than me (repeat) She get, she get tired, she gets tired She got more than you or I, she got more than me (repeat
Who do you carry the torch for, my young man? Do you believe in anything? Do you carry it around just to burn things down? Meet me tonight on the turnpike
day See the archer?s arrows fade (Hey, hey) See the archer?s arrows fade (Hey, hey) See the archer?s arrows fade (Soon find out if we make a mark) See the archer
how it feels it's so hard to reveal Oh i can't get through and i'm falling I'm getting out i'm losing ground The spanish archer's gonna bring you down
you imagine how it feels it's so hard to reveal oh i can't get through and i'm falling i'm getting out i'm losing ground the spanish archer's gonna bring
Wayfaring warrior Soul - still wild The archer stands Arrow measured to the goal - sing of Strong and living man In his mind there is a vision wand'ring
I saw it leave your face Its the only thing that I need Its the only thing that I need so take it I caught you and your canvas eyes With the only thing
your chief anxieties Cut the cord, but you won't Excommunicate from our society Are you bold? You are not Oh no The most terrible, terrible Archer
your valuables Choke the remaining beasts You've gained the will To gather all the vigilant Pull back the bow, snap The ministry of archers. Slaughtered
with the pieces of clover, and stuck in his side is a piece of my ember stand still for the archer boy and don't (?) him, stand still for the archer
of seeing myself as prey. And then I heard an armored march. I heard an armored march that shook the trees. Bows bent as they sang, "We are the archers
There is no margin of error here Between the linen that lays inline with your eyelash And for the first time I fear the warning That the wind sounds
