Album - Threads of Pattern. Vocal - Marc van Unen. Guitar - Brian.
Give me your trust, said the Aes Sedai. On my shoulders I support the sky. Trust me to know and to do what is best, And I will take care of the rest. But trust is the color of a dark seed growing. Trust is the color of a heart's blood flowing. Trust is the color of a soul's last breath. Trust is the color of death.
Give me your trust, said the queen on her throne, for I must bear the burden all alone. Trust me to lead and to judge and to rule, and no man will think you a fool. But trust is the sound of the grave-dog's bark. Trust is the sound of betrayal in the dark. Trust is the sound of a soul's last breath. Trust is the sound of death.
Give me your trust, said the King on high Our nation shall triumph, our enemies die Trust me to reign with a firm iron fist And rid all the lands of those who resist But trust is the scent of a burning village Trust the scent from spoils and pillage trust is the scent of a souls last breath trust is the scent of death
Give us your trust said the lady and lord the voice of the people when gaining accord trust we not squander more then we deserve Now lower your eyes, your blood lines aren't pure But trust is the touch of a blade to the throat Trust is the touch of the hang man's rope trust is the touch of a souls last breath trust is the touch of death
Give me your trust said the Love of your life To have and to hold, in joy and in strife Trust me to love you with heart and with soul for better or worse, till death take it's toll But trust is the taste of a thee unfaithful's lie Trust is the taste of poisoned wine Trust is the taste of a souls last breath Trust is the taste of death.