The Gauntlet Songtext
von Nathan Rogers

I am going before you to prepare the gauntlet for when you get there
I will take your leg within my snare, a trap for which you can′t prepare
Every road you travel down leads you astray, your destination far away
Will you suffer for the petty games you play, no one can say

I am going before you to provide the breaking point against your pride
I will be the thorn within your hide, I counsel you to stay inside
For it were better that you'd hide yourself away than face the recompense you′ll pay
Will you suffer for the petty games you play, no one can say


For the last time we can put it on the page, your desperation and my rage
While your faded heart grows colder by the day, all the petty games you play

When the road before you twists and turns and deep within your hunger burns
You will know that I have paved the way before you with your just returns
So every time that you reflect upon the way you live your life, think what you've made
Will you suffer for the petty games you play, no one can say

But I am going before you to prepare the gauntlet for when you get there
I will take your leg within my snare, a trap for which you can't prepare
Would I show up to your funeral to pay my disrespects, or just to pray
Or to spit upon your earth and walk away, no one can say
No one can say, no one can say