among the wilderness of the sojourners, infidels
smited by the resting lands of our homes
in far away places, not once but seven by seven
and certainly put to death, as the altar blood drips
a falling leaf (its behind you) on barren brass lands
scares the living shit out of us, who did turn our faces away
from Him, who delivered us from Egypt....
our hearts failed us at last as promised
the brass.
smited by the resting lands of our homes
in far away places, not once but seven by seven
and certainly put to death, as the altar blood drips
a falling leaf (its behind you) on barren brass lands
scares the living shit out of us, who did turn our faces away
from Him, who delivered us from Egypt....
our hearts failed us at last as promised
the brass.
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