Western Centuries - Long Dreadful Journey Lyrics

All down in the weeds to pay the beast
All of those preparations for naught
They say you reap what you sow but all farmers know
Sometimes the blight will take all of your crops

When I told old Saint Paul he could have it all
He didn’t have no idea who I am
But then on the road he must have seen some ghost
And now we’ve got more money than any man can spend

But when your gold it won’t glitter or shine like the sun
Your long dreadful journey is done
And your chariot swings low and on up you go
You’ll just be waiting on some pilot to show you the way home

As the galleon set sail way past the pale
To warn of great conflagrations of souls
But the book that they gave laid the world in its grave
And the holds of their ships all weighted down with gold

Self-righteous stand up and they raise up their cups
Claiming all great victories and spoils
But the power and the greed brought the meek to their knees
Left not a thing to inherit at the end of the world

But when your gold it won’t glitter or shine like the sun
Your long dreadful journey is done
And if your chariot swings low and on up you go
But the gates don’t swing wide and no trumpet blows
You’ll just be waiting on some pilot to show you the way home