King Sol - Young Widows

Before you leave

Roll back your sleeves

Take a good long look

Empty the shadows of a dying machine

Turn up the heat

Tighten up the skin

Touching god

Feel the burn of original sin

Sun fire, at the witching hour

As the blood boils

As it burst into flames

King Sol dries the mother’s tears

And blisters the surface

As the growth descends

As the day won’t end

King Sol spits a promise light

A promised life

Sun fire, at the witching hour

As the day never ends

As the crowd begins to thin

If I could be anywhere

If I could be anyone

I would be here

I would be me

And now I’m free

Sun fire at the witching hour

6, 000 years

I couldn’t ask for more

Every fray has its fray

Every word sparks and burns

And now I’m free

Sun fire at the witching hour

And now I’m free

Open that door

No questions

No mysteries

I’d rather burn than freeze

Open that door

And now I’m free

Every fray has its fray

Every word sparks and burns

And now I’m free

Sun fire at the witching hour

And now I’m free

As the night never ends

But we pretend

'Cuz we can pretend

And now I’m free

6, 000 years

Sun fire at the witching hour

Open that door