Lyrics

Grand host nations Into the stones Danced to death ends Fire in snow Wrecking witches Fill our voice Reigns and curses I am, I am For faith they said Burn their mouth Spike sticks and hands As cattle comes out I'll march instead White devil man Nailed to the floor Blood red rivers Fistful of poems For faith they said Burn their mouth Spike sticks and hands As cattle comes out Hold my wrist down For faith they said Burn their mouth Spike sticks and hands As cattle comes out