T’was in the early evenin’
Near the presence of the moon
This dagger twisting in my back
Tells me I never should
Have trusted everything to fall
From beggar to the fool
I see your face like every race
A serpent with two arms
This cold and dark tormented hell
Is all I’ll ever know
So when you get to heaven
May the devil be the judge
(with chorus riff)
I scratch your name across these walls
And with my blood turns red
No precious light to harbor
Like so many here before
And every drop of life you shed
Now breathes a thousand more
(with chorus riff)
Temper filled with blindness
Leads this lost and lonely man
So deafen me with silence
Drown me with your roar
No door will go unanswered
Like so many closed before
No vagabond to knock upon
This tired and beatin’ war
When all return to exile
Free from all once bound
Decline and brawl old parasites
The truth will yet be found
(with chorus riff)
N.C.
This cold and dark tormented hell
Temper filled with blindness
Leads this lost and lonely man
So deafen me with silence
Drown me with your roar
No door will go unanswered
Like so many closed before
No vagabond to knock upon
This tired and beatin’ war
When all return to exile
Free from all once bound
Decline and brawl old parasites
The truth will yet be found
(with chorus riff x3)
much better when A is played barred, rather than
sound better as a D5, though it is definitely not
a Dm.