Ninth Hour
๐ต 1362 characters
โฑ๏ธ 4:39 duration
๐ ID: 18501397
๐ Lyrics
I haven't slept for now three nights
My back so sore, the gnawing fright
I feel you breathing next to me
The whisper of some first decree
Before the sun comes up again
I build a fire and mill the grain
Should I fetch water from the well
These days it's getting hard to tell
I take the same road up the hill
That road I walk each day until
I pass the markets filled with souls
Whose spirits seem so bought and sold
Look, my hands still bear the marks
From years of hewing wood and bark
I've worked my fingers to the bone
Without a single thing to show
In the distance I can see the shapes
Empty wills ordained to break
Lone bodies matted by the sky
Who curse the gods before they die
The nailing of raw flesh to boards
Is muted by the hooded horde
Who've gathered here again today
To mock the dead or kneel and pray
I square my hips and hoist the frame
These days they all just feel the same
There's nothing but the empty sound
Of borrowed time on borrowed ground
As evening redness fades to night
All finally forsake their life
We haul their bodies to the ground
The bandits and the falsely crowned
I made my bet and lost the war
I think of you: my sweet encore
To every day I bore the pain
Of everyone who hangs in vain
I haven't slept for now three nights
My back so sore, the gnawing fright
I hear you breathing next to me
The whisper of some first decree
My back so sore, the gnawing fright
I feel you breathing next to me
The whisper of some first decree
Before the sun comes up again
I build a fire and mill the grain
Should I fetch water from the well
These days it's getting hard to tell
I take the same road up the hill
That road I walk each day until
I pass the markets filled with souls
Whose spirits seem so bought and sold
Look, my hands still bear the marks
From years of hewing wood and bark
I've worked my fingers to the bone
Without a single thing to show
In the distance I can see the shapes
Empty wills ordained to break
Lone bodies matted by the sky
Who curse the gods before they die
The nailing of raw flesh to boards
Is muted by the hooded horde
Who've gathered here again today
To mock the dead or kneel and pray
I square my hips and hoist the frame
These days they all just feel the same
There's nothing but the empty sound
Of borrowed time on borrowed ground
As evening redness fades to night
All finally forsake their life
We haul their bodies to the ground
The bandits and the falsely crowned
I made my bet and lost the war
I think of you: my sweet encore
To every day I bore the pain
Of everyone who hangs in vain
I haven't slept for now three nights
My back so sore, the gnawing fright
I hear you breathing next to me
The whisper of some first decree
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:33.42] I haven't slept for now three nights
[00:36.24] My back so sore, the gnawing fright
[00:39.66] I feel you breathing next to me
[00:42.37] The whisper of some first decree
[00:45.49] Before the sun comes up again
[00:48.48] I build a fire and mill the grain
[00:51.32] Should I fetch water from the well
[00:54.32] These days it's getting hard to tell
[01:09.18] I take the same road up the hill
[01:12.28] That road I walk each day until
[01:15.40] I pass the markets filled with souls
[01:18.30] Whose spirits seem so bought and sold
[01:21.47] Look, my hands still bear the marks
[01:24.33] From years of hewing wood and bark
[01:27.36] I've worked my fingers to the bone
[01:30.22] Without a single thing to show
[01:45.15] In the distance I can see the shapes
[01:48.55] Empty wills ordained to break
[01:51.28] Lone bodies matted by the sky
[01:54.27] Who curse the gods before they die
[01:57.36] The nailing of raw flesh to boards
[02:00.37] Is muted by the hooded horde
[02:03.36] Who've gathered here again today
[02:06.12] To mock the dead or kneel and pray
[02:21.21] I square my hips and hoist the frame
[02:24.05] These days they all just feel the same
[02:27.35] There's nothing but the empty sound
[02:30.38] Of borrowed time on borrowed ground
[02:33.35] As evening redness fades to night
[02:36.39] All finally forsake their life
[02:39.12] We haul their bodies to the ground
[02:42.18] The bandits and the falsely crowned
[03:33.03] I made my bet and lost the war
[03:36.48] I think of you: my sweet encore
[03:39.35] To every day I bore the pain
[03:42.33] Of everyone who hangs in vain
[03:45.37] I haven't slept for now three nights
[03:48.37] My back so sore, the gnawing fright
[03:51.55] I hear you breathing next to me
[03:54.56] The whisper of some first decree
[03:59.26]
[00:36.24] My back so sore, the gnawing fright
[00:39.66] I feel you breathing next to me
[00:42.37] The whisper of some first decree
[00:45.49] Before the sun comes up again
[00:48.48] I build a fire and mill the grain
[00:51.32] Should I fetch water from the well
[00:54.32] These days it's getting hard to tell
[01:09.18] I take the same road up the hill
[01:12.28] That road I walk each day until
[01:15.40] I pass the markets filled with souls
[01:18.30] Whose spirits seem so bought and sold
[01:21.47] Look, my hands still bear the marks
[01:24.33] From years of hewing wood and bark
[01:27.36] I've worked my fingers to the bone
[01:30.22] Without a single thing to show
[01:45.15] In the distance I can see the shapes
[01:48.55] Empty wills ordained to break
[01:51.28] Lone bodies matted by the sky
[01:54.27] Who curse the gods before they die
[01:57.36] The nailing of raw flesh to boards
[02:00.37] Is muted by the hooded horde
[02:03.36] Who've gathered here again today
[02:06.12] To mock the dead or kneel and pray
[02:21.21] I square my hips and hoist the frame
[02:24.05] These days they all just feel the same
[02:27.35] There's nothing but the empty sound
[02:30.38] Of borrowed time on borrowed ground
[02:33.35] As evening redness fades to night
[02:36.39] All finally forsake their life
[02:39.12] We haul their bodies to the ground
[02:42.18] The bandits and the falsely crowned
[03:33.03] I made my bet and lost the war
[03:36.48] I think of you: my sweet encore
[03:39.35] To every day I bore the pain
[03:42.33] Of everyone who hangs in vain
[03:45.37] I haven't slept for now three nights
[03:48.37] My back so sore, the gnawing fright
[03:51.55] I hear you breathing next to me
[03:54.56] The whisper of some first decree
[03:59.26]