Wovenhand - Blue Pail Fever lyrics

Thy will be done Here on this highway In every house and field I pray All in meekness yield Aided by want Among stranger people To disgrace so soon I've come Drift like sleep Into the hotel montana Lay low for thy names sake El matador louisiana Full of bulls blood and what not Coarse jest to a tight knot You are not acquainted with your own heart Frozen prayer upon my lips Inside the blood runs hot He was reviled Yet he reviled not Like a voice in an empty house Breath your breath And speak to me Speak to me It's a dry leaf that shivers on the branch What matter if the wind cast it down With a ruthless hand Cause we remember always That it took place forever Thy kingdom come in Whosoever