Shaman's Harvest
The Offering
We are the offering of your deadWe are the used to be misleadWe are the bastards'May you never take us homeGet inGive inGet inGive inIt's prophesied the world will endAnd culminate in fiery dust.Nothing left for those to come.Caesar will bring the fall out.In an instance two deep breathsUsing quickly what is left,So put your back against the fence.Naught but thin air to resistWe are the offering of the dead,We are the used to be mislead.We are the bastards'May you never take us home.So take precautions when we come,So make the best of all to some,Take your shot you'll be much better when we're gone.SongtexteAs the watch fires burning low,And hope resides in fading trust.Assimilate or be drawn in,never could add the sum.I'll have an instant to take a breath,Using quickly what is left,So put your back against the cliff,It's naught but thin air.
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