Lately I’ve been kicked around
Fallen from my seat
a bitter wind brings a dead man down
sunk in waters deep
I’ve been walking with the blind
lost in a troubled wood
paid my penance did my time
I never understood
Seven cold curses carved in stone are burning in the fire
words lie crushed, fuelled by my desire
seven cold curses are no more they are dying in the light
drowning in the whisky and the sky is mine tonight
She walked through the door when the morn’ was young
There was a chill in the air
the ester cried when she said goodbye
there were roses in her hair
Smoke fills up my lungs
I can feel it through my skin
all that passion in my heart
let rise from within
I see the world stretching out
where the seas quench the land
I watch the curses blow away
to be buried in the sand
A distant voice is crying out
high above the hills
chasing gold is a fool’s friend
if you do you never will
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