baroness
foolsong
that fool who digs his own grave i'm still trying to find my way out! but if it's the long way i'll sleep in this bed i've made the kids have fallen on blades it's too late to figure out it's too late for babies to beg for their beds it's too late to ignore the storm up ahead it's too dark to see my way out now all i can do about anything wrong is dig further down further down when we finally awake we'll burn our bodies on stakes a tower of ashes and sawdust will lie where our castles were made