Thomas Iverson - Take You Home Lyrics

A story's told, a story to remember
In olden days, a tale of two marauders
They left their home, for ten years left to plunder
On their own. Their names were met with thunder
The candle's low, it keeps on burning on its own
I'll take you home, I'll take you home
The raiders left in angst and paranoia
Their journey shaped by grief and pain and wonder
They rode at dawn, they rode at night
And still they failed to win the fight
The candle's low, just how long you never know
I'll take you home, I'll take you home
They were caught a decade after leaving
And they were hung without a bloody reason
And in their home the people begged to see them
When they returned their bodies were in pieces
The candle's low, it'll burn so very slow
I'll take you home, I'll take you home
What was wrong was never right
And what was stained was never white
The candle's low, it's burning low
I'll take you home, I'll take you home