Текст песни The Father's Bargain (acoustic) - Wolves At the Gate , Zach Bolen
Oh,
now
my
Son
Here
is
a
company
of
miserable
souls
Cold
and
undone
Searing
their
conscience
with
hearts
black
as
coals
Here
now
they
lie
Objects
of
justice,
deserving
of
wrath
Speak
Your
reply
What
shall
be
done
for
them?
Draw
out
your
path
Father,
I
say,
such
is
My
love
and
my
pity
for
all
There
is
a
way
for
no
condemnation
on
men
to
befall
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
No
man
can
pay
Utterly
broke
and
poor
to
settle
their
debt
Though
all′ve
gone
their
way
I'll
yield
a
way
for
their
sins
to
forget
(Sins
to
forget)
Bring
in
all
their
sins
Lay
it
all
on
Me
Bring
in
all
their
sins
Lay
it
all
on
MeO
My
Son,
You
must
understand
That
if
I
show
mercy
You
must
reckon
to
pay
The
last
bit
of
My
rage
(Let
it
be
so
Charge
it
on
me
For
I
can
bear
the
weight
of
sin
So
all
would
be
free)
Bring
in
all
their
sins
Lay
it
all
on
Me
Bring
in
all
their
sins
Lay
it
all
on
Me
Let
it
be
so
Charge
it
on
me
For
I
can
bear
the
weight
of
sin
So
all
would
be
free
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