VØNTAK - Saints and Sinners

I can hear the old ones singing through the iron and the trees,
Every bell that rings at midnight knows exactly where I've been.
They blessed this town with water,
They cursed it just the same.
I'm walking down the middle, trying not to pick a lane.
Saints and sinners, drinking from the same cup,
Truth and lies get tangled when the moon comes up.
Saints and sinners, dancing in the dark, we all carry fire,