Текст песни Nine Days - Rifle

I'm the artist, here's my vision
See the mystery I have made
Ancient secret, modern method
The northern wind knows the price I paid
Do you know them, can you name them
Can you cut them, can you stain them
Did you learn them, do you serve them
Did you earn them, do you deserve them

Nine days I hung from the sky
I offer to I, nine days and an eye

I'm the knife and I'm the victim
I'm the altar and I'm the tree
I'm the question that I keep asking
No one has earned this if not for me
Will you suffer the price of learning
What part of everything will you pay
Without fear there's no courage
There's more than darkness at the end of day

Nine days I hung from the sky
I offer to I, nine days and an eye

Nine days I hung from the sky
I offer to I, nine days and an eye

Can you carve them or do they cut you, do they cut you
There's more than darkness, more than darkness
More than darkness at the end of day
More than darkness at the end of day