By Birthright Lyrics by glaive
White doves, red blood on the passenger seat
Wouldn’t mind it if you shot me dead
As long as you did so compassionately
Now I’m asking, “What’s happening with you?”
What is happening to me?
Would’ve done anything for you
It wasn’t enough, I watched you leave
And it’s yours by birthright
We should go at the first light
It’s so cold in the north guides
And it’s yours by birthright
Two Trazodone shoved down my throat
Just to sleep like I’m at home
And I try not to speak on what I don’t know
I mean it, it’s all yours, it’s all yours
It is yours by birthright
We should go at the first light
It’s so cold in the north guides
And it’s yours by birthright (Yours by birthright)
And it’s yours by birthright
We should go at the first light
It’s so cold in the north guides (If we falter now, then those lives wouldn’t have been lost in vain)
And it’s yours by birthright (Yours by birthright)
And it’s yours by birthright
We should go at the first light
It’s so cold in the north guides
And it’s yours by birthright (Yours by birthright)
Bakka fyrir guði fyrir allt
It is yours by birthright