MERCY by Siberia (i) Lyrics

Let the wayward follow me
To the fortress of wandering feet
Chasing crowns till we're six feet deep
They beg me on their knees

The fog that fills your lungs
Is a fool's paradise
The eventide awakes the war, only
The wicked can survive

Mercy, please

The ghost out on the streets
That comes after me
Just to carve love in defeat
They beg me on their knees

The fog that fills your lungs
Is a fool's paradise
The eventide awakes the war, only
The wicked can survive
It's nothing to revere
A hunter only hunts when they think that they are feared
But it's hard to persevere
When the hunted disappear

Mercy, please