The Dear Hunter - Inquisitor

^Em Into the dark I wait in c^Amonfidence to bring i^Am7rreverence ^Em Upon a path awake from i^Amgnorance I'll raise the ^Am7dead for this ^CmBlood in the w^Bater, s^Emalt in the s^Amoil C^Candlelight fl^Amickers while the w^D7ind speaks in w^Amhispers (you were delivered)

^Em A flock of sick decay and d^Amecadence, I need no ^Am7evidence ^Em Pious pretenders parade, now b^Amlasphemous They've earned what c^Am7omes for them, I'll put an end to this

Aw^Caken o' spirit, surrender to me ^CmI hold your sigil, your c^Gmandle, your key ^DLet your ^Cbonds be ^Emreleased

B^Cring about sleep where belief's obsolete ^Cm Please accept my ^Gmoffering ^DForge this ^Cpath with ^Emme

^Em What trouble troubles you, my b^Ameckoner? Do you need a ^Amreckoner? ^Em But all your wishes twist this l^Amistener You lie, Inq^Amuisitor, I'll put an end to this

Sl^Ceep now o' child, surrender to me ^CmI hold your spirit and y^Gmour heart's belief ^DHas been ^Cwell dec^Emeived

By m^Cisgivings made in the pit of your chest ^Cm Judgments cast with the d^Gmevious jest ^DFinally, y^Cou will ^Emrest