White Lodge - Bleedin' Down The Bayou | Текст песни

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A southern swamp ritual is swinging
Blind-folded and bound, my ears are ringing
And they beat that heavy jungle drum
Chanting incantations and spells, till my mind goes numb

Rope tears at my flesh, it binds my fractured bones
Weeping tears, prayers in fire, I wanna go home
I'm hanging high, my ribs are slit like christ
I smell the fires burning in the night

I'm bleeding down the bayou
I cannot run
Cannot break
Cannot escape this place

The flames lick my skin and I bleed, bleed, bleed
I'm now encircled by the bodyguards of greed
I'm not the only victim, I'm sure there's many more
Sacrifices in the woods to an ancient carnivore

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