And You Will Know Us By The Trail Of Dead - Weight Of The Sun (Or The Post-Modern Prometheus) lyrics

How much fun To be drifting along With the weight of the sun on my head Not covered in sad As I sketch with my pen And I brace for the troubles ahead Slow Like the weight of the bow Takes you on as you pull the string back Don't be fooled by the light ... As your head opens into their time You will pay You will pay for your new soul Down Through a hole in the ground Let the ferryman carry you back To the winter queen's home In the shadow abroad Where you learn to become one of them and You ... shoes In the house of the dead Makes the ferryman sigh ... in his eye And he lets you return back to the time You will pay You will pay now that you came You will pay You will pay for your new soul