- cifra
Eyes black, big paws and
And it's poison and it's blood
A big fire, a big burn
Into the ashes
And no return
Woo
Woo
Woo
Woo
We took your right from
Your mother's womb
Our temple, your tomb
Can be your pick
We're not pawned
Poisonouse, blood
Woo
Woo
Woo
Woo
We have been calling
Black paw who's soaring
We got out in the morning
Down the trail
To somewhere
You are the sound that I hear
You are the sound that I hear
We are not standing
We are falling
