
of an arcane world I rode
on the back of a worm called Icondeath
as it had been foretold
where the lava flowed over the plains
austere with heat and black
a valley of the bones
where people go
and don't come back
oh my god
oh my god
oh my god
it don't come easy
I said wizard you be kind now
I'm in need of some advice
and talk no speak of majick blood
or good-son sacrifice
and I begged to know if justice
is a form far-out or innnnnn
he said son, there is no justice
there's jus wut
and that jus is.
oh my god
oh my god
oh my god
it don't come easy
at the marketplace of souls
I gave my only silver piece
and traded it for a mania
chemical urgency
and I staggered into ergs
where the wind blows without relent
and I still don't know what livin cost
but I can tell u wut I spent
oh my god
oh my god
oh my god
it don't come easy
weren't it u who pierced the dragon
weren't it u who led us out
of a land so damn oppressive
against hope and with great doubt
did we not amble out of Egypt
into a wilderness so dry
weren't there graves enuff in memphis
that we've been brought here to die?
oh my god
oh my god
oh my god
it don't come easy
oh my god
oh my god
oh my god
god go easy