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I'm handing in my guns now
I will stop slipping away like sand between your fingers
For better or for worse,
I yield to you
I will lay my armour down,
Claim the hunger and the words
That were always on my mind
Any triumph breeds defeat
Any blessing holds a curse
But for once I won't let go
You laugh at all my twists and turns
The stories I tell find a home in your memory
And by now it is too late to run,
So I yield to you
I will lay my armour down,
Claim the hunger and the words
That were always on my mind
Any triumph breeds defeat
Any blessing holds a curse
But for once I won't let go
You see me like no other
And I have tired of staring it down,
Tired of turning to find it all too strong,
Too strong to let it go
- Album:
- Eight Ways
- Desiderata
- Deadlands
- Mercury
- Misty Sleep (EP)
- Miscellaneous
- All Flesh Is Grass
- Hard-Rock Magazine 68
- Missbehaviour
- In the Eyes of Death IV
- Kaleidoscope: Issue 18
- Sonic Cathedral - Sirens
- Presumed Guilty
- Celebrating 21 Years of Peaceville Records
- ZilloScope 04/01
- Metal Hammer: June 2006
- 21 Years of Doom, Death & Darkness
- Metal Hammer #156: Peaceville: Loud, Proud, Punk & Metal
- Prognosis 5
- Katatonia Presents... Peaceville Dark Classics