We've tried the herbs, the herbs won't do We've tried the youngest lamb and the cattle too Crops are bad and the rains are far away The Gods are only waiting for us to obey Working it's skin 'til it's torn Burning it's flesh to the bone Hammers and nails Hard times are coming to an end Dark winds will leave, good winds will mend The Gods will hear our dance as the ropes are tied The soil will spawn in return for our sacrificeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
