"From the Briar" Lyrics

Naught of the Unknown

I am king beneath the mountain.
Pastoral stance through the earth, ever binding.
With the flame that hides my throne it’s better,
For the naught of the unknown.

Oh if I were a fool.
Oh if I were a fool.
Not much would have been shed,
For a scaly oath ‘neath a scraggly oak.

Am I losing my innocence to play with the dogs?
Lost on a road with no hope I am gone.
Like my ladder to the clocktower I am abound.
Let me whisper to the wind, “I’m gone away.”

My boy set up life in the lake of the town,
Let quarrels end quarrels, may the heavens rain down.
Trust grace in grace and alone it be lost,
For your cause is enough to draw blood out.

With dogs biting nails when the thrush first knocks,
Look towards the light with the setting dawn,

And while you wait--yes while you wait--
Just see the rain seep on the ground.

It’s no secret to the grave
When greed ensues your head.
Leave the gate open wide and gold to rush through.
Just leave that candle burning, I’ll send it back to you.

For I am king beneath the mountain.
Pastoral stance through the earth, ever binding.
With the flame that hides my throne it’s better,
For the naught of the unknown.

Am I losing my innocence to play with the dogs?
Lost on a road with no hope I am gone.
Like my ladder to the clocktower I am abound.
Let me whisper to the wind, “I’m gone away.”