Demonhead

Yeah,
The Demon’s head has fallen
By the hands of a warrior
Without a cloak and a horse

Every blade knows his heart
But do they know how he’s still alive?

Chorus:
People hurt you
But everyday you learn how to hurt them too
Dreams are nothing
In every place you can see a fallen golden plateau

No
He cannot be touched anymore
He’s listening to
The sweet chant of the tide on the shore

Cause hidebound is the prepossessed
Who might live forever in a cage?

He only wants to shoot the breeze
He only wants to shoot the breeze and freeze