Your test is over
You've traveled well
Come and rest your mind
You wish to know
The carried secrets
And whispers kept in kind
Show your medal
Provide the proof
The call is what you crave
Put on this face
Carry in their place
It's granted to the brave
You must forsake the family name
All your claim, and all of your rights
You've joined the order of assassination
Through silence and slight
Feast in the glory of the Stranger
The black goat, the lion of the night
You are an acolyte loyal
To the house of black & white
Are you feeling safe
Now you can change your face
All you need's a name
Let your god receive his claim
Never place your stakes
Above the name you'll take
Never rob your hall
Stealing faces off the wall
What is promised to him
Changing a name is a sin
And now his count is unweighted
Blood is the price that is paid
You must forsake the family name
All your claim, and all of your rights
You've joined the order of assassination
Through silence and slight
Feast in the glory of the Stranger
The black goat, the lion of the night
You are an acolyte loyal
To the house of black & white
On the run you try and hide
Hearts racing so alive
Being hunted by a waif
Take a stand, nowhere is safe
Can't remember who you are
When you've traveled oh so far
Snow's never fallen here
You're on your own my dear
What is promised to him
Changing a name is a sin
And now his count is unweighted
Blood is the price that is paid
You must forsake the family name
All your claim, and all of your rights
You've joined the order of assassination
Through silence and slight
Feast in the glory of the Stranger
The black goat, the lion of the night
You are an acolyte loyal
To the house of black & white
You've become greedy little soldier
You must learn your place
I've taken your eyes, and all that is familiar
So you can longer rely on my face
Come back into the fold little one
Don't make us search for long
The shepherd's cane isn't so bad
Run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run...
Kill the waif
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Your test is over
You've traveled well
Come and rest your mind
You wish to know
The carried secrets
And whispers kept in kind
Show your medal
Provide the proof
The call is what you crave
Put on this face
Carry in their place
It's granted to the brave
You must forsake the family name
All your claim, and all of your rights
You've joined the order of assassination
Through silence and slight
Feast in the glory of the Stranger
The black goat, the lion of the night
You are an acolyte loyal
To the house of black & white
Are you feeling safe
Now you can change your face
All you need's a name
Let your god receive his claim
Never place your stakes
Above the name you'll take
Never rob your hall
Stealing faces off the wall
What is promised to him
Changing a name is a sin
And now his count is unweighted
Blood is the price that is paid
You must forsake the family name
All your claim, and all of your rights
You've joined the order of assassination
Through silence and slight
Feast in the glory of the Stranger
The black goat, the lion of the night
You are an acolyte loyal
To the house of black & white
On the run you try and hide
Hearts racing so alive
Being hunted by a waif
Take a stand, nowhere is safe
Can't remember who you are
When you've traveled oh so far
Snow's never fallen here
You're on your own my dear
What is promised to him
Changing a name is a sin
And now his count is unweighted
Blood is the price that is paid
You must forsake the family name
All your claim, and all of your rights
You've joined the order of assassination
Through silence and slight
Feast in the glory of the Stranger
The black goat, the lion of the night
You are an acolyte loyal
To the house of black & white
You've become greedy little soldier
You must learn your place
I've taken your eyes, and all that is familiar
So you can longer rely on my face
Come back into the fold little one
Don't make us search for long
The shepherd's cane isn't so bad
Run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run...
Kill the waif
You've traveled well
Come and rest your mind
You wish to know
The carried secrets
And whispers kept in kind
Show your medal
Provide the proof
The call is what you crave
Put on this face
Carry in their place
It's granted to the brave
You must forsake the family name
All your claim, and all of your rights
You've joined the order of assassination
Through silence and slight
Feast in the glory of the Stranger
The black goat, the lion of the night
You are an acolyte loyal
To the house of black & white
Are you feeling safe
Now you can change your face
All you need's a name
Let your god receive his claim
Never place your stakes
Above the name you'll take
Never rob your hall
Stealing faces off the wall
What is promised to him
Changing a name is a sin
And now his count is unweighted
Blood is the price that is paid
You must forsake the family name
All your claim, and all of your rights
You've joined the order of assassination
Through silence and slight
Feast in the glory of the Stranger
The black goat, the lion of the night
You are an acolyte loyal
To the house of black & white
On the run you try and hide
Hearts racing so alive
Being hunted by a waif
Take a stand, nowhere is safe
Can't remember who you are
When you've traveled oh so far
Snow's never fallen here
You're on your own my dear
What is promised to him
Changing a name is a sin
And now his count is unweighted
Blood is the price that is paid
You must forsake the family name
All your claim, and all of your rights
You've joined the order of assassination
Through silence and slight
Feast in the glory of the Stranger
The black goat, the lion of the night
You are an acolyte loyal
To the house of black & white
You've become greedy little soldier
You must learn your place
I've taken your eyes, and all that is familiar
So you can longer rely on my face
Come back into the fold little one
Don't make us search for long
The shepherd's cane isn't so bad
Run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run...
Kill the waif
Writer: Mitch Nichley
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid