Hbs Stone Pale
Put away your sneer, I smell it on your hair
I don't like the feeling being so cold in here
Wrap your shawl around your cold shoulders
The water is deeper than you care to swallow
The further the shoreline the colder the fire
The hangman whistles as he leaves his home
Rustling through the leaves to make another his own
Poor girl thought she was a blushing bride
It's funny how familiar this poison tastes
The kind on your lips when you smile in hate
Wrap your shawl around your cold shoulders
The water is deeper than you care to swallow
The further the shoreline the colder the fire
Red are the eyes from the beasts out at night
At least they shine with an honest in light
I'd rather twist my fate on their side
Than stay in with you and die every night
It's funny how familiar this poison tastes
The kind on your lips when you smile in hate