WestHill Creative - MERCY lyrics

Let the wayward follow me To the fortress of wandering feet Chasing crowns till we're six feet deep They beg me on their knees The fog that fills your lungs Is a fool's paradise The eventide awakes the war, only The wicked can survive Mercy, please The ghost out on the streets That comes after me Just to carve love in defeat They beg me on their knees The fog that fills your lungs Is a fool's paradise The eventide awakes the war, only The wicked can survive It's nothing to revere A hunter only hunts when they think that they are feared But it's hard to persevere When the hunted disappear Mercy, please