The Death We Owe - Kingdom of Sorrow

I’ve cut the wings deep to the bone

I see the hourglass below

I hear them coming down the road

The cover of midnight has me cold

The cloaked stranger waits for no one

Pleas are just wasted words

Shadows dance to the symphony of the souls beneath the earth

Harmed by desire, warned each time to stray from the cold

Plagued by the time you still see slipping into nothing

Second chances are false hopes before the hangman’s rope

A sight you’ll never want to know, the face of the death we owe

No one is ever exempt from the death we owe

No one is ever exempt from the death we owe

Here, second chances are false hope

See the silhouette of the hangman’s rope

It’s a place that you’ll never want to know

Everyone has to face the death we owe

Harmed by desire, warned each time to stray from the cold

Plagued by the time you still see slipping into nothing

Just one death we owe, from which no one’s exempt

And when that force takes hold, at least you’ll be on you own