You have eyes, Huntsman, but you do not see. You, who have been with her the longest. She is life itself. She will heal the land. She is the one. Can’t you feel it? Are your ailments not gone? Gold or no gold, where she leads I follow.
Our Father who art in Heaven, Hallowed be thy name; Thy kingdom come Thy will be done On earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread; And forgive us our trespasses As we forgive those who trespass against us; And lead us not into temptation, But deliver us from evil.
And it’s hard
Ain't it hard to love what you kill
I gathered your remains
And cleaned up the stains
I took care for we once were friends
But it’s hard when your song never ends
And its hard enough
To be in love