Black Spot

You count you victims

He'll count your days



I am no more the one you're taming

I am the breath you feel behind

The cock has yet to crow three times

Before you will betray me

But this name's always on your mind



This is an early grave

Will you take what you've saved?

GO!



Kings and bastarts

Knights and peasants

One for all he has a reason

From the deapest deapths

And the lowest lows

Comes his reward

Squeezing tears when someone's sad

And smile when they require

Hating your brother makes you such a liar



You're such a liar



GO!

Saints and preachers

Mean and giving

Brightest minds and unbelieving

All running miles

And climbing heights

To find their gold