Bobby Long In The Frost
He cut his sorrow from the flesh And bound it from his love She said I hope that it kills you He said he'd give her answers When his blood dripped to the ground And from the kill he knew he'd need to
And the wind it didn't dim to the fire overhead But the world is still mourning from your loss And your love she's speaking empties To the death parade in the frost Oh in the frost
So please bury him deep Woah keep that man from me In the rubble and the soil He holds the the key to all my toil Until the day I can no longer hide And I lay down by his side.
The rain it taints the mourners As they pray for a straight tear Down comes the storm Drowning his old faithful And they sing a thousand songs From the depths of bloody hell To take his soul from their handfuls
But a heart it skips a beat As a senses take its leap And the world turns so slowly to a creep The faithful kiss their crosses But the hate still spreads the disease The disease, the disease
So please bury him deep Woah keep that man from me In the rubble and the soil He holds the key to all my, all my toil Until the day I can no longer hide And I lay down by his, by his side And I lay by his side Oh by his side.
So go soft into the night Far beyond your fear and fright. I lay here before you This is what you need to do
So go soft into the night Far beyond your fear and fright. I lay here before you This is what you need to do
So go soft into the night Far beyond your fear and fright. I lay here before you This is what you need to do
