King's Country Lyrics

This is King's country

We kill witches here

Yet what of all these whores?

This the land of lordship

We cast bastards out

And mark the blood upon our doors

Holy, holy, holy

We are holier than you

Thus heaven's gates are closed

Shinar, the shining city

It seems I sold myself to you

For your jewels and crowns of gold

I saw a ghost in the cigarette smoke

And my life poured out in the wax of a candle

On the strings of harps my fingers broke

A hell of a shell for an angel to handle

The clay pot breaks and the water pours forth

Thus God shall gather to his grail

To the earth, the spring, the river, the sea

To the cloud wrapped 'round as a veil

I have yet to thirst enough to taste the water sweet

Nor ever have I hungered much to crave a bitter thing

Give me not your body

Give me not your blood

For never have I tasted death

Thus, never have known love