The bandits be my weaknesses His fault shall be my knife His weapon be His weapon be my innocence The killer must not die Is there a charge against my fate, Can't I betray my hate? Will I regain my father's gait, Must the killer die? The testament lies hidden from me Underneath my sins A carriage A carriage will take me to The valley of the Kings
The bandits be my weaknesses His fault shall be my knife His weapon be His weapon be my innocence The killer must not die Is there a charge against my fate, Can't I betray my hate? Will I regain my father's gait, Must the killer die? The testament lies hidden from me Underneath my sins A carriage A carriage will take me to The valley of the Kings
