Jack Harlon & The Dead Crows - Drifter II | Текст песни

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• Jack Harlon & The Dead Crows
• Drifter II

Chose my fate, my mistakes no longer hang over my head
Laid my plans here my brother.
Cause' I dictate the price that's paid, regardless of adoration.

Gods were falling down
Lambs were being slaughtered in the belly of the city

The beasts that feed on fire
Expelled men from their lungs
Vexation their desire
Domination, era of the interdimensional

Lord, forgive my heresy
For they break bread, and drink MY wine
Lord, your boy's in debt to me,
Ain't saved shit since I've been alive

And still she waits, black bruised face
And crosses tangled through her hair
Ain't no hell for my Priestess
An ashwood grave, still she plays a part in my fascination
My own thorny crown,
Reaper of the dead
Saviour of the livin'

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