Carrion Prince

The afternoon has gently passed me by The evening spreads itself against the sky Oh ye of little faith, you follow in my stead Be careful of the ground before you try The universe is but a question mark It hangs above my head there in the dark Oh ye of little hope, I thought that I could cope Through pass, stretched too far for me to look Oh father, you speak to me so clear Your voice from hell has filled my soul with fеar Oh ye of little blood, your crown lies in thе mud Your hands are red with washing dead Oh father, you speak to me so clear Your voice from hell has filled my soul with fear Oh ye of little blood, your crown lies in the mud Your hands are red with washing dead The afternoon has gently passed me by The evening spreads itself against the sky Oh ye of little faith, you follow in my stead Be careful of the ground before you try