Tekster:
Bless The Fallen The Hunt

Running to find the answer, this question is burning bright red. Tired, weak, and oh so cold. I'm catching up and the battle begins. Tonight marks the

afternoon In the dawn, ah, book of songs So, I'm wondering off through the wilderness Somewhere in the valley of the shadow of death Want to hunt me

Jew from Nazareth The hunter and the hunted, the colonizing and savages The only challenge is, did they bring enough to dirt to bury us? Be aware, I hunt

I can reach Tell 'em you say your prayers 'fore you fall asleep If you ain't saying your prayers then you ain't getting no blessings If you ain't getting no blessings

right beside her Now we're living blessed with All the thunder in the world Blessed with all the thunder in the world Blessed with all the thunder in the world Blessed

tumours on our hands--spreading swiftly now. For this, we waited just a lifetime. Sun blessed mirror shaded mad dogs. Blow a kiss we'll all fall over. Hunting

, so far just spinning our wheels When all the bodies fall do they face the sky To choose which star to make it home When all the bodies fall is it finally

to all our crimes Brothers I?m yours No one could ever shake this The soul we share The things we?ve done We we only dreaming We breathe together, Hunt as one These blessed

fall down (never) Hahaha Yeah Huh My home boys might squabble but we don't fall down Ugh Yeah My home boys might squabble but we don't fall down