Weight In My Lungs
The Heavy Horses
While the day's time was resting, I'd ride in all nights
And I'd spill all their blood before the waking of light
Finished with reaping, I'd ride out again
While they cry with their children, and bury their men
Of a gather of women, I would settle with none
I took daughters from fathers, left mothers with sons
Consumed by glory, and thirsting with lust
In the end, all those things turned to ashes o' dust
And weight in my lungs
A weight in my lungs
Men tried to struggle, women appease
Children would fall down to grovel and plead
Drowning in prayer and full of mistrust
In the end, all those things turned to ashes o' dust
And weight in my lungs
A weight in my lungs
