An aged bottle of dream    Adjusting to your need   I won't drink your water    Our tap flows clean   Your sore voice    Guides me to sleep again      Charcoal legends do not sleep   So pay the horde a toll to keep   If you pass through the blood mark gate   You'll see no ice on the boiling lake      Your sore voice guides me to sleep again(2x)      I won't drink your water    I refuse to drink your water   I refuse   Your sore voice      So when the banshee kissed the gold   After the torchlight burned the past    Their methods bought their secrets sold   Then the water turned to ash      Your sore voice guides me to sleep again(repeat chourus)      I refuse to drink   The water turned to ash      Vision you as the widow    Dressed in royalty   Motion me to the window    Count to three