Sweating from the bridges i burn Saved by some kind of grace i don't deserve And when i take my brother's hand Hold the knife to his back When run him through i'll say The devil is alive And he spoke to me Greater men will try and not succeed The cost of a life is that no one gets out for free We are forever bound to the burdens that we keep I will trade away your life for silver Your life My river ran dry Turned water into dust You were born in holy water And i was taken into the mud I would black out the sun I would trade anyone's love For silver and for gold For kingdom and for throne He who casts the first stone Cost of a life is that no one gets out for free We are forever bound to the burdens that we keep Broken promises intent on never being meant Shiver from the thought of it Life will reap what is wrought of us When the river runs dry When the river When the river runs dry When the river When the river