Pray

While the world is spinning round And the maker makes his way When the water freezes cold Upon the hour the witches burn This temple belated dawn Upon a sacrifice by man When the hyenas come for prey Upon the hour for the witch, I pray Let it go, let it go, let it go Let it bleed in the dark of night Let it go, let it go, let it go Into the shadows of dust and fear Let it go, let it go, let it go Let em know that the wound never shows Let the hour pass without a tear to shed Let it go, let it go, let it go Let em know that wound never shows Let the maker find his way to pray...today When the moon is light to the world When the calm of the storm is at bay When the hour reaches its peak Upon the night we feast on fear And we drink to glories of past Celebrating the king, he is dead And for the hour the end is near Upon the feast of fear we will satisfy For me, however torn I be For me, a battle deep inside For me, a broken heart remains For me, pray for me...