By Birthright

White doves, red blood on the passenger seat Wouldn't mind it if you shot me dead As long as you did so compassionately Now I'm asking, "What's happening, with you?" What is happening to me? Would've done anything for you It wasn't enough, I watched you leave And it's yours by birthright We should go at the first light It's so cold in the north guides And it's yours by birthright Two Trazodone shoved down my throat Just to sleep like I'm at home And I try not to speak on what I don't know I mean it, it's all yours, it's all yours It is yours by birthright We should go at the first light It's so cold in the north guides And it's yours by birthright And it's yours by birthright We should go at the first light It's so cold in the north guides (if we falter now, those lives will be lost in vain) And it's yours by birthright Þakka þér, Guð, fyrir allt It is yours by birthright