Intro: Em C Em C Em C With eyes of fire Em C No one can see Em C The smoke from the sweet grass Em
Reign of violence - behind convent walls Diving into - vile debaucheries Cock craving nuns - degenerated clerics Mortify the flesh - united in blasphemy
Highway Bill's on the rotary still And he can't even feel the pain Of a sun dried shoulder and a scar from a boulder That cut him right across his vein
Highway Bill's on the rotary still and he can't even feel the pain Of a sun dried shoulder and a scar from a boulder that cut him right across his vein
Somewhere life is good, and things go as they should it's hard to find, but that's alright yeah Searching for the way, push harder everyday It's deep
Somewhere life is good and things go as they should It's hard to find but that?s alright Searching for the way, push harder everyday It's deep inside
Fierce- steel eyed devils For whom the sun never sets Proud-Iron youth Of the noble cultures of the past Striding- like greyhounds keen Where glory beckons
Vomit on a wino's whiskers, the savage nomad shits himself standing up.
Fall around the fire, And I, fall around the fire A higher me for you, Hire me for you Fall around town, down For the rest of the world to drown For
With eyes of fire No one can see The smoke from the sweet grass Covers me I am drawn I am drawn to her Like a moth to a flame She leads me down Unbound
I knew a plant whose roots were bound And then returned into the ground Every day I watched it grow Every day it struggled so Roots were bound, the roots
Too many cooks tried to fix your dinner Not enough of this, too much that So many voices tried to speak as one Whatcha doing right, whatcha doing wrong
Somewhere life is good, and things go as they should It's hard to find, but that's alright yeah Searching for the way, push harder everyday It's deep
I knew a plant Whose roots were bound And returned Into the ground Every day I watched it grow Every day It struggled so Roots were bound roots were
[Episode IX: The Legions of the Imperium Storm the Cloud-Capped Palisades of Gul-Kothoth] [Chapter 11: The Siege Begins] And so the mighty and resplendent
Fierce - steel eyed devils For whom the sun never sets Proud - Iron youth Of the noble cultures of the past Striding - like greyhounds keen Where glory
This is no place for me Outcast of society No mourning from my side Against them I will fly Yes I will... Flying through the forest The colors blind
