Heriot
Profound Morality
Scorned by the blaze of death
To drift is to stumble
To stumble is to fall
The hooded fiend looks over me
Blooded beast, my end is easy
A way out, solid concrete
All I want is rest, take away my breath
Scorned by the blaze of death
To drift is to stumble
To stumble is to fall
The hooded fiend looks over me
Blooded beast, my end is easy
A way out, solid concrete
All I want is rest, take away my breath