Cast not your stone at the wayward daughter
Lay down the gavel and the robe
If not for the lure of darker water
No salvation we would know
Cast your eyes on visions broader
For every height there comes a fall
For every saint, a wild marauder
And a beast in wait for heroes tall
Child they’re seeking weakness tonight
Their fangs poised for to bite
Their condemnation betrays
A heavy conscience and rage
Their blood is boiling for pain
Their bitterness holds the reins
And whips the flesh from the horse
Of justice served in due course
Cast not your stone at the wayward daughter
Lay down the gavel and the robe
If not for the lure of darker water
No salvation we would know
Cast your eyes on visions broader
There’s a beast in wait for heroes tall
Child they’re seeking weakness tonight
Their fangs poised for to bite
Their condemnation betrays
A heavy conscience and rage
Their blood is boiling for pain
Their bitterness holds the reins
And whips the flesh from the horse
Of justice served in due course
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