The Thief: Merchants Of Decay

Here, not again

Tears hang in my throat

I lose a breath and bow my head

Her, still asleep

Addictive like the moments of release

A little dying makes you feel

Fall, of the day

The touch of winter's chill has laid a claim

My breath appearing a haze

Look to the sky

The towers make me dizzy

And the lights are hell fire

To the merchants of decay

Your eyes hold a darkness

A love for the reckless heroes of our fear

They're still here

Dead and awake

The cattle of the cardinal

Or people from which I take

Catching your eyes I can see you fantasise

Not alive, but a ghost inside

I take my leave and dance around the hillside

To the merchants of decay

Your eyes hold a darkness

A love for the reckless heroes of our fear

They're still here

To the merchants of decay

Your eyes hold a darkness

A love for the reckless heroes

Light a fire here to say

The love of an outcast is worth

All its weight in golden pieces

Build your fire high

We'll never die