Greta Van Fleet The Archer
Vengeance is a bow
And arrows only justice when fired
I have loved
I have lost
I am the archer
Devil at the door
Standing with his right arm extended
On a hunt
For the kill
I am the archer
Torn, I turn to my bow, Sara
Torn, I turn to my arrow, Sara
Final blow
My heaviness of breath has been lifted
Let the world know my name
I am the archer
Torn, I turn to my bow, Sara
Torn, I turn to my arrow, Sara
My home is on the horse I ride
What emptiness without my bride
Such heaviness inside
This was the day the archer died
Torn, I turn to my bow, Sara
Torn, I turn to my arrow, Sara
Torn, I turn to my bow, Sara
Torn, I turn to my arrow, Sara