Blessed visionary Cut me with your sun The rivers ran in blood Spark fueled to fire Deep within this endless void Searching for a sign The vessel forged inside of me Watches over like the death of the moon Strike the shepherd, sheep will scatter Mountains of despair I can see the pain It's written all over your face The screaming arrows tear through my soul In the dawn your face is haunting White ghostly dreams Weight of worlds is on your shoulders Hear the voice of gold I can see the pain It's written all over your face Desperate heathens flock to sirens Guard your heartache well Momma, don't let them take her Don't let them take her down