Shrine of the Orange Sunn
Eight Foot Manchild
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High above the Valley of Germanium Fuzz Where the flannel-clad goat people run A paisley-robed monk standing guard at the gate To the Shrine of the Orange Sunn Long have I wandered to find myself here Feeling the need in my bones Tell me, o master, what is the secret To the sickest, most crushingest tones? Solid state and feelin' great You heard the chords ringing from miles away And that's where your quest had begun Searching for wisdom, you followed the sound To the Shrine of the Orange Sunn Pray to the saints of the Rat and the Muff Give penance through riff every day For the key to the sickest, most crushingest tones Was the friends that you made 'long the way Solid state and feelin' great Pie Iommi domine Dona eis riffeum
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