The Worst Light Songtext
von Shadowlands

Enter the ring to hold a glove
But grief won′t end
Hold that blade
Got nothing to lose and no one fed
Wilderness building its towns
Just one home
She'll resist
Hands thick with trouble
I myself in deficit

We are moving faster
Taking more than we give
You say we must have good
Don′t you know I'm serving fret?


The veil of death at last
Has worn thin
A stranger in myself
And someone's sin

I surprised myself
And the end
I looked at the worst time
I always did

It was a most soft
Most thick
You were
We′ve never held a rank quite like this
Knowing all the worst light like this

Oh mother save yourself
Consume us in your grief
Then go

I never could have guessed
I′d have nothing to say