We are the villains, justice in our hand Our road is paved with stones cast by righteous men Don't wander around, don't let your gold make a sound You might end up strung up and dead, we are wolfshead
Under nights cloak we roam Peasants goods or crowns gold If you are caught in our claws Your head will be sold
We do our deeds as pale moon sails the sky Our hardened hearts soften not for virtuous cry Be safe and sound, pray not to be found Slitting throats as you lie in your beds, we are wolfshead
Under nights cloak we roam Peasants goods or crowns gold Life and death by our laws By blood and steel, fang and claw
We ask you all high priests and kings Are we really worse in the work of sin Each on our turn, sinners doomed to burn for both no tears should be shed, we're all wolfshead
Under nights cloak we roam Peasants goods or crowns gold Life and death by our laws Born to die by the sword Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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