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Watch the stream run by you
Watch the Indian chief
Wrapped in blue corn leaves drift by you
Watch you take root in the son's palm
And rise out
on that beautiful shore 
The melodious songs of the blessed 
And our spirit shall sorrow no more 
Not a sign for the blessing of rest 

[Chorus x 2]
up for fucks I missed in high school
I keep it wrapped until I meet the right one
'Cause I ain't Mumford, I ain't tryin' to have sons
All I wanted was
Satan's hold within

For by the sin of man we fell
By the Son of God
He crushed the power of Hell
Death we fear no more

Now we stand with strength,
About time for anyone telling you off for all your deeds
No sign the roaring thunder stopped in cold to read
No time
Get mine and make no excuses
I'm accustomed to a smooth ride
Or maybe I'm a dog who's lost its bite
I don't expect to be treated like a fool no more
I don't expect to sleep
Well I'm accustomed to a smooth ride
Or maybe I'm a dog who's lost its bite
I don't expect to be treated like a fool no more
I don't expect to sleep
Well I'm accustomed to a smooth ride
Or maybe I'm a dog who's lost its bite
I don't expect to be treated like a fool no more
I don't expect
the Thunder's roar
Greetings from our fathers long time gone
Tell so that no one ever will forget
What is in heart goes from Father to Son

(From Father
shore
The melodious songs of the blessed
And our spirit shall sorrow no more
Not a sign for the blessing of rest

In the sweet by and by
We shall
You're beautiful more beautiful than me 
You're honorable more honorable than me 
Loyal to the Bank of America 

It's a sign of the times 
It's
Better think of something boy, come the judgment day

Hey, hell ain't half full
Got the light on for you son
Hell ain't half full
No need to run
to let the chicken heads flow
Son, no doubt, god it's real
Every member of my clique is equipped with steel
Suga', let's, god bless

Just the type
times everywhere I run
I can't can't escape them
No matter how hard I try
I see these signs of black time everywhere I run
I can't stand another day
I
Sunday father and son 

Sundays are theirs to explore 
Alone by law 
One day to keep the two from turning to strangers, 
One to know the answers 
Be
Home again and the streets are not much cleaner
And the quaint old south side scenery
Is quaint no more
Just older than before
Go up the stairs
are the primordial substance that is Chaos
Now no more shapeless and empty as the central fire
Vibrates and floods it with light
The real secret is
can, don't know if i can

Midnight is striking there's a pumpkin by the door
It's five o'clock and the streets are clear am i alone once more ?
I
They disappoint in turn, I fear
Forgive, though, they won't

No more riddles
No more jests
No more curses you can't undo, left by fathers you never
Broken words now silencing no more breath that's worth wasting
Screams inside cannot focus
Not enough to find exit
Forced into retreat life that
Remorseless Norsemen swim ashore
The Eastern coast belongs to us no more
Shirtless in the rain
The heathen army's upon us once again
Led by the sons
City streets passing by
Underneath stormy skies

Neon signs in the night
Red and blue city lights
Cargo trains rolling by
Once again someone cries
your soul, you want to bleed, bleed for us more

Scream out unto your god, all is achieved
Fall from your cross, guilt ways you down, no one believes
An unforeseen future nestled somewhere in time
Unsuspecting victims no warnings no signs
Judgment Day the second coming arrives
Before you see
hands clasped so tight
Waiting for the hint of a spark

If Heaven and Hell decide that they both are satisfied
Illuminate the no's on their vacancy signs