- cifra
Eyes black, big paws and
Mixed poison and mixed blood
And mixed fire, big burn
Into the ashes
And no return
Woooooooooooooooooooooo (X4)
We took your rights,
And your mother's home
I turned but your tomb
Can be your pick
Not pawned
Poisons, blood
Wooooooooooooo (X4)
You fell on us
I follow slow
We got large in the morning
Down the train
To somewhere
You are the sun, the light here (X2)
Open up, stumble
We are sorry
Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooo (X4)
