The Holy Water EP

‘twas here ‘neath heavy fog in barren marshlands They warned me to ne’re go near As a young boy They warned me But here I fell in love In love with you as a young boy Ne’re meant to go near But where to now? There’s just so much blood We never prey on the weak Unlike them we are Heroes to the poor a voice for the meek With sharp nails And ancient memories They’ve come to tear us apart To say their prayers and perform their rites over me Me they will send to God But I am hero to the poor And a voice for the meek I have sharpened my nails In hope that we would meet I am hero to the poor And a voice for the meek I have sharpened my nails In hope that we would meet I am hero to the poor And a voice for the meek I have sharpened my nails In hope that we would meet

Let me bury you 'neath stones and mortar And let me promise you my love That anyone Within reach of a whisper Will be dead By the time We meet once more Inside these walls Was someone watching? I've killed so many more Was someone watching? When I laid you here? Inside these walls Where I left you I've loved so many more Was someone watching? When I laid you here? Hide you away from The rest of the world