dark 11. mercenary

What do you see in my gray eyes?

The light in the sky never seems to die

And is it so wrong that I have cried

Waiting here for one real night?

So pick up your sword

Don't cry, what do you think you're fighting for?

We'll trade blood for gold in the morning light

Fury flashes through dirty windows

But the rain's far away, and I stay dry

The rain's moved away, and I am dry

Grasping hands move through the fog

Don't you wonder why you are?

Light a fire under your skin

And hold it close to carry it in

So pick up your sword

Tell me what you're fighting for

And we'll trade blood for gold in the dead of night

Hey, look into my hollow eyes

There's a fire there that will never die

There is no room to still ask why

We'll ride on to the morning light

Through city streets all fogged with gold

A whirlwind of dull, precious stones

Beneath a new sky, upon an old throne

So pick up your sword

Show me what we're fighting for

And we'll trade blood for gold 'til the end of time

I woke alone, picked up the phone

Dead line, quiet air, no dial tone

I found a bottle on the shore

Red sand and the fading glow

But those words were empty

Just old tears turned to snow

I felt the cold come from far away space

And I said to myself, "We are already home"

So pick up your sword

Tell me what's worth fighting for

And we'll bloody our souls 'til the day we die.