The Dark Tower

That night, they could have sworn they saw
Pale skin under a killing moon

A castle drenched in blood
Foretelling of lives lost, of innocence lost

Upon the breast of steel, justice was handed down
As bread to the pilgrims of faith

Security found, but her scent still lingers
The stench of evil is all they needed

Deeds of flesh and beauty found
Deeds of flesh and beauty lost
My blood brought you no beauty
God is not here today

A castle drenched in blood
Foretelling of lives lost, of innocence lost

Upon the breast of steel, justice was handed down
As bread to the pilgrims of faith

Deeds of flesh, beauty found
Deeds of flesh, beauty lost
Deeds of flesh and beauty found
And deeds of flesh and beauty lost

Morgan freeman killed my wife
Morgan freeman ate my son