I used to be a god damn saint

Obā-san

I said my prayers, and I handled snakes
Until the road introduced me to sin
I only shook hands with drink, but he had his friends with him

I curse the day we raised our glass
Up like a bridge to let the devil pass
Because he ain't never left this town
And only beaten and unborn are living with him now

Obā-san

I used to be a holy man

Once put an onion in a beggar's hand

But now I'd rather not believe
How could a man I've never met be so cruel to me?

At least I'm in good company
I'll drink to that

Dash the cup
Fifteen years has been long enough
Put the child in an unmarked grave
And burn the black book, page by page

Go alone
There is your road

For once, I'm awake
And I will not serve madness

Obā-san

tonight is an ETID night

Obā-san

Alduin

Salix Babylonika

it's lit