The Outsider Songtext
von Sacha Sacket

They came to get you
You knew they would
The necromance grew
Underfoot

And from your tower
You heard them scream
To break you back and
Make ends meet

For though your words were good
And though were hands are clean
You misunderstood
Just what they mean


For though they were cold
Times were too lean
To tell them there was gold
In what you decree

And in that hour
It came to you
You sought the answer
They needed proof

′Cause though your words were good
And though your hands are clean
You misunderstood
Just what they need

For though they were cold
Times were too lean
To tell them there was gold
In what you believe