It is sad to admit you won,
You were so hot on my trail,
You chased me all through the night,
And all through the darkness, you charged
Against me with your steeds built for the chase,
Sleep, my false comforter deceived me,
She said I lost you in the hills,
She said that I could rest now,
But it was all in my tired brain,
And I believed an empty dream,
How could you give up and let me win?
The devil doesn’t bargain.
Waking up from my shameful slumber,
He stands over me with his blade to my neck,
I played myself and you’ve beat me yet again,
It’s sad to admit that you won.
