A Love Most Unholy

We’re seventh sons
With shattered crowns
On palest horses
On the prowl
The feeble hold the torch
For a dark father’s debt
But true blood will boil
Before the sun has set
We’re ensnared by fate
And by His command we’re spent
We’re consumed by misery
We are consumed by grief
By nights we’ve seen you worship
What secrets have you seen?
Storms are drawing closer
Our souls will onc more meet
The hunger tars a hole inside
This yearning’s all that’s left
If the forest brings you closer
Our hearts will beat as one
We’re ensnared by fate
And by His command we’re spent
We’re consumed by misery
We’re consumed by grief
We’re consumed by misery
We’re consumed by grief
We’re consumed by misery
We’re consumed by grief
8. À Gévaudan