[Lyric] Deadbeats Ballad (Ilsa)

Sick and dying in my bed
These bastards come to me
Saying "Son, you'll live another day
For this deal we'll offer thee."

I listened with attention full
To their deal for me
For life, I'd have to sell my soul
Bound to them I'd be

"Well I am but of eighteen years
Too old to mold and rot
But I can't sell myself to you
No sirs I'll surely not."

Those bastards thought
A moment hard
And changed their tune for me
Saying "Son, you'll live another day
We've a better deal for thee
Steal into o'er yondеrs wilds
Into foreign towns
Kill and bury
Another man's child
Quietly, without a sound."

My bеating heart beat slower
My body it grew gold
In desperate voice I whispered
"To this deed I am sold."

So into towns I wandered
My hand upon my knife
Until I found
A sleeping child
And ended his poor life

But in my haste
I left behind
A fatal clue for me
The tides exposed
A sandy hand
For all the town to see

Now here I wait
For lead or rope
For bloodying my knife
I have no hope
I know the cost
The pain I caused, the strife
So listen to those bastards not
In any form or guise
Their deals are for
The scared and weak
Fearing judgement when they die