Sons of Cenarius

Tonight my heart is pumping gold
And I don't feel so cold
Two times things stopped from getting old
With your hands gripped tight on my thighs my lungs unfold

The past is unimportant 'cause where I'm gonna take you now
The details aren't important anyhow
Because of how I love you
You leave your essence on the ground
I collect them in hiding in my closet safe and sound

Don't make me beg
My heart beats in an irregular order
Those jeans on your legs
Can my patience get any shorter?

A stowaway in my bed
Take her down with the other prisoners
Just wait, maybe
I can learn to love a cowboy's daughter

Battles rage on frozen earth, drums are beating from the north
The champion will rise amongst the falling of ten thousand Sons of Cenarius