While the day's time was resting, I'd ride in all nights And I'd spill all their blood before the waking of light Finished with reaping, I'd ride out again While they cry with their children, and bury their men Of a gather of women, I would settle with none I took daughters from fathers, left mothers with sons Consumed by glory, and thirsting with lust In the end, all those things turned to ashes o' dust And weight in my lungs A weight in my lungs Men tried to struggle, women appease Children would fall down to grovel and plead Drowning in prayer and full of mistrust In the end, all those things turned to ashes o' dust And weight in my lungs A weight in my lungs