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Baroness
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Psalms Alive
I am the nail that you can't strike I am the spear that will run you through
And when the shots were falling we were sound asleep And you filled your palms with dirty bombs Instead of hand-grenades
I am teeth which cannot bite I'll tear your garden up by the roots
And when the shots were falling we were sound asleep And you filled your palms with dirty bombs Instead of hand-grenades
Hear the seven bell tolls Ringing loud for you Coroners and vultures Cry out, “Gloria!” Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
All across the valley Onward towards the sun The two-bit prophet sways and Pulls a price from everyone
Feel the heavy hoof-beats Pound across the land The sin of our forefathers Lies within our clutching hands
Watch the planes pass over Hear its call-to-arms The golden drunk of morning Made me straight my bended knee
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