Wovenwar

Oh you feel the hunters gaze A shadow even in the dark of night Scheming your early grave He's going to leave you dead or dying Draining all the blood he craves You never thought you'd be meat for the market What'd you expect when you sold your name

We aren't sons of our fathers sins We don't inherit iniquities We aren't heirs to thrones of greed We don't wear the gold they've thieved and schemed You don't choose your name Just what you leave in your wake We are born, all of us, innocent We don'