Teksty: Murder by Death. Good Morning, Magpie. The Day.

The trees gave up their roots
And the lepers left their caves
All the rattlesnakes came down from the mountain
And the kings all became slaves

On the day
That my Lord came
The fire split the beams, the wall's comin' down
The day my Lord came

The tears filled up my eyes
The curtain has been drawn
To lay to waste this land to me
Is like the beauty of the breaking of the dawn

And as a black hand swept across the earth
I knew that the day came
When the fish float on the water with their bellies up
I know, I know that the day came

All the rattlesnakes came down from the mountain
And the kings all became slaves
The trees gave up their roots from the earth
And the lepers left their caves

On the day
That my Lord came

The coyotes left their dens
The horses left their stables
And they bowed down to the ground
Every creature that was able

A blanket of moss will cover the earth
And I'll know that the day came

It's the shifting of the guards
Time to start anew
The old gods have all failed
And their successors too

My King, my King will wipe the slate clean
Houses become tombs
My King, my King will take what grows
And every creature's womb and make it His own

My King, He is displeased
To be forgotten and alone
And the ones who came before
Well, the valley is filled with their bones

I am the storm brewing up in the east, the west
From every direction at once