Some saints have fallen from on high
Through cold stained glass
The fire´s calling
Crawling down the burning match

Gold fires
The wicked bells they crash
No grave
To save me from my haunted past

Hey man, I know where the river goes
Hey man, you will reap what you sow

You can´t find a way to take your heart
And make it fly away
So you can live another day without this pain
Better to´ve loved and lost
Than to never´ve loved at all
That´s what they say
A black heart is gonna pay for what´s it´s done

Way down
Upon the cold, cold ground
Come down
The water´s raging out

Hey man, I know where the river goes
Hey man, you will reap what you sow

Hey man, I know where the river goes
Hey man, you will reap what you sow

Hey man, I know where the river goes