The King - The Chariot

Dark days

Dark days come

Take chance escape

Wretched

Man, I’ve been so bad

Dark days come

But they have something real

Violent justice

I’ll be honest in a bit

We only fit in the love of faith

We’ve sung

Your wrath

The distance is big

You last

But not ever again

We’ve sung

Your wrath

Distance is big

You last

But nothing will end

Never, never, never, never

Never, never, never, never

Holy prophet

Please let all of us in

No peace

I’ve sent out to rest in the bay

Maybe it’s not as clear as you think

Feeding the words

Feeding the words that they want

It’s time, it’s time

We cannot escape

And dark days have come

And you’re not awake

My God, holy

My stomach empty, yea

Holy, my soul

Dark days, dark days

This is the

Our love is nothing without

My heart, your lips

Shake in our boots

This language is dead

(This language is dead)

This language is dead

(This language is dead)

This language, dead

(This language is dead)