Brother, heave the oar
Don’t mind the sound of war
There’s something worth searching for
And I need you, oh I need you
My heart’s a hollow town
The leaves are turning brown
There’s a hard rule coming down
And i’ll see you, oh i’ll see you
He’ll be coming ‘round
He’ll be coming ‘round
He’ll be coming ‘round again
A black dog, atop a white horse
Followed by the serpent and the wren
All is holy, all is holy
They sanctify the gold but not the tin
No mirror of mercy
My pills make thirsty
The shape of my intention
Is not the shape that i’m in
O’Death I see you there
With your white cotton stare
I’ll meet you in the city air
And i’ll feed you, oh i’ll feed you
Doom songs fill the sky
Why do sad people lie
There’s a script lit inside your eye
And i’ll read you, oh i’ll read you
He’ll be coming ‘round
He’ll be coming ‘round
He’ll be coming ‘round again
A black dog, atop a white horse
Followed by the serpent and the wren
All is holy, all is holy
They sanctify the gold but not the tin
No mirror of mercy
My pills make thirsty
The shape of my intention
Is not the shape that i’m in