I don’t ever want to die To meet the eagle in the sky The eagle A small animal Alive
Or chaos Some people find the taste of Pilgrim guts to be too strong Me, I find I can’t get by without them for too long Tear at the flesh, tear at the bone
Cos life no, no, no, no It’s not It isn’t
Ride my arrow Ride my arrow The land I love is splitting in two
Ride my arrow Ride this arrow Ride my arrow Ride this arrow