Stakes at low tide, you'll see run aground comfortably Don't sleep, never die, a sigh from deep will rise Hunted down, rampent tide don't you see the moon will rise sing now, come what may Tonight the beast be slain Stake down, Flooding tide As you sleep you hear no rhyme it swims towards first-light we hunt our pray tonight Morning breaks across the sand loud cries and clapping hands Crimson-soaked crashing waves we pray our lives be saved Dragon speared amidst the stakes a frightful scream does make for three days Dragon pained The serpent now be slainTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
