Blackbird Raum
Valkyrie Horsewhip Reel
Our master's gone; we've stole our master's horsesAnd stole away, runningIf we return we shall be drawn and quarteredAt Tyburn cross, hungThe ladies fair who ride the skies above usWill come to swing their whipsTo lash the backs of all the painted gentry whohave burned runes black.If I cross the river will you cross the river or drownin this desert, this empty cup we're drinking from?If we are beasts we are not beasts of burdenIf we are wolves then why be oxenSo ride alone or ride with many othersJust ride away as fast as you can
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