If we knew
what this end was worth
So curse us
and scorch us
And bring us back to your side
For I am not a harbinger No, I am just
a scribe
I am just a scribe
Carve
me up
And tear her out
And stitch me back
And breathe life again
So curse us
and scorch us
And bring us back to your side
For I am not a
harbinger No, I am just
a scribe
So curse us and scorch us And bring us back to your side
And
if we knew what this end was worth We'd be kings