In Gaul †

When I was a boy I was never afraid I felt the breath of death In every step that I’d take It was the path the glory Bloody and true It was the road that led me right back to you There’s no coming home this time When I was a soldier it was hotter than hell My teeth turned into iron and my heart did as well It was the to path the glory Bloody and true I killed them all and believe that I’ll kill you too There’s no coming home this time Would you rather speak Or would you rather hear Would you rather sleep Until early next year I don’t blame you babe I’m feeling the same way Got me feeling strange Got me feeling strange Would you rather live Under the mouth of gun I’m triggered up and I’m tired I’m getting sick of the sun So let the darkness spill I know you wanted it to I wanna be alone Along the Rubicon