[Lyric] Lowly Dog (Thunder, Tomb & Throne)

Unfortunate man
Wife dead by Spring
To know one's self forgiven
Is to live like a king
Unfortunate man
Wealthy only in ills
A stranger to rest and his country men
Reapin’ alone, weepin' alone in the hills

And you're born of a hermit
Gratuitous child
There never was a morning in your life you
Greeted with a smile

Lowly dog, trodden underfoot for 13 seasons
Don’t you run no more
This land's no friend of yours
Hang your head

Candle in the stable
Casts shadows over the field
Fresh meat on the table
Frеsh fates waiting to be sealеd
Lay to rest the sickle
Lay to rest the plough
Call your firstborn from the forrest
Call him home now
These days aren't worth the counting
They're turning workmen to slaves
The only sound is the foot of the mountain
Begging you to dig some more graves

Lowly dog, trodden underfoot for 13 seasons
Don't you run no more
This land's no friend of yours
Hang your head