Come the quickening feet that fall
Come the gathering rain
Suffering as I suffer you
Hearing you speak of pain
If I was
If I am
If I did
If I have
Come the quickening feet that fall
(Hard behind you)
Come the gathering rain
Suffering as I suffer you
(Woe betide you)
Hearing you speak of pain
If I was
If I am
If I did
If I have
Raise your banners and ride to war
(Just and righteous)
Throwing around your name
(Fortune find us)
See the damage of churlish rage
(Just and righteous)
Saddle me with your blame
(Fortune find us)
You cut my roots and now my leaves are dead
They tumble down in pools of all the blood I bled
If I was
If I am
If I ever did
If I ever have
You cut my roots and now my leaves are dead
They tumble down in pools of all the blood I bled

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