cast not your stone at the wayward daughter lay down the gavel and the robe if not for the lure of darker water no salvation we would know cast your eyes on visions broader for every height there comes a fall for every saint a wild marauder and a beast in wait for heroes tall child they re seeking weakness tonight their fangs poised for to bite their condemnation betrays a heavy conscience and rage their blood is boiling for pain their bitterness holds the reins and whips the flesh from the horse of justice served in due course cast not your stone at the wayward daughter lay down the gavel and the robe if not for the lure of darker water no salvation we would know cast your eyes on visions broader there s a beast in wait for heroes tall child they re seeking weakness tonight their fangs poised for to bite their condemnation betrays a heavy conscience and rage their blood is boiling for pain their bitterness holds the reins and whips the flesh from the horse of justice served in due course