Who put the trickle of unwilling tear Far worse for thinking of a border here I'll ask the first that comes to me But won't betray the fight And there you are My darkest light Blood thirst be wary of the gilded spear Poor horse the muscle of the flesh of fear At last the strength has come to me But won't betray the fight And you're by far My sharpest knife At last the strength has come to me But won't betray the fight And you're by far My sharpest knife