You can fall down a wishing well Balance is key when you give up change Ugly serpent sticks out his head Whatchu gonna say when he takes your bread
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Hark sons and daughters of Adam For I have seen what is yet to pass On the fourth night of the blood The son of the serpent will rise and feast upon your light Stars will he snuffed from the sky and the cosmos itself torn asunder Beings born of the shadow will devour your supple children and drag you to hang by your own entrails Up will be down left be right and reality itself raped to madness You cannot run and you surely cannot hide
The wise man warned you of the coming war Eyes are bleeding and your hair's on the floor Ugly serpent sticks out his head Whatchu gonna do when he steals your breadTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
