By Birthright Songtext
von glaive

White doves, red blood on the passenger seat
Wouldn′t mind it if you shot me dead
As long as you did so compassionately
Now I'm asking, "What′s happening, with you?"
What is happening to me?
Would've done anything for you
It wasn't enough, I watched you leave

And it′s yours by birthright
We should go at the first light
It′s so cold in the north guides
And it's yours by birthright


Two Trazodone shoved down my throat
Just to sleep like I′m at home
And I try not to speak on what I don't know
I mean it, it′s all yours, it's all yours

It is yours by birthright
We should go at the first light
It′s so cold in the north guides
And it's yours by birthright

And it's yours by birthright
We should go at the first light
It′s so cold in the north guides (if we falter now, those lives will be lost in vain)
And it′s yours by birthright

Þakka þér, Guð, fyrir allt
It is yours by birthright