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Scorn Defeat (Sigh) · By Reason or by Scorn (100 Fires) · Scorn Defeat (Sigh) · Of Love, Scorn & Insecurity (Crossing Togo) · Scorn (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Hands Off (Laissez Faire) · Old Hands, Young Minds (Brian Lemon) · Please Clap Your Hands [Bonus Tracks] (The Bird and the Bee) · Fury of Our Makers Hands [Bonus Track] (DevilDriver) · Put Your Hands Where My Eyes Could See [UK CD] (Busta Rhymes) – and 90 other albums »


My father taught me to use my mind
My mother taught me scorn
He touches me lightly with his hand
It feels like being born [Repeat: x3]
wisdom and bring your pestilence 

Rectify, with haste your wrath awakened 
Malfeasance, you scorn this world 
Enshrined by grace, your shadows blinds
Oh list to the lay of a poor Irish harper
And scorn not the strains of his old, withered hands
But remember his fingers, they once could move
simplicity

But rather try to love him all the more
Scorn not his simplicity
Oh no
Oh no

Only he knows how to face the future hopefully
Surrounded by
Hate for hate and Ruth for Ruth
Eye for eye and tooth for tooth
Scorn for scorn and smite for smite
Love for love and guile for guile

He who is
Oh list to the lay of a poor Irish harper
And scorn not the strains of his old, withered hands
But remember his fingers, they once could move
rather try to love him all the more
Scorn not his simplicity

Oh no
Oh no

Only he knows how to face the future hopefully
Surrounded by despair
He
spit of scorn
Invisible king, dying
Procession of woe, struck down by sorrow

A burden so great
Weighs heavy on old and withered beliefs
The swift
Kept warm by the light of the lantern
Lost sight of everything tonight
My presence blackens their pattern
A pock in the healthy and calm 

Their
Oh list to the lay of a poor Irish harper
And scorn not the strains of his old, withered hands
But remember his fingers, they once could move
Oh list to the strains of a poor Irish harper
And scorn not the strings from his poor withered hand
Oh remember his fingers could once move more
pride

Never in a million or so years
Did we suffer so much bloodshed

Here comes the man
With the warm and gentle hands
Her name burned into his
Too eager to appease
The cure is the disease
And it's only growing worse

Day by day it takes its hold
Divides its cells a thousand-fold
To see what lies beyond our sight 
The secrets robed in blackest night 
The things we dream but never see 
Caged and blinded by the Beast 

From
Enslaved to the cold earths scorn we lie buried and long forgotten
Once heroes loved by our kingdom we decay in a nameless tomb
For we journeyed
the mountains high
With cavalry and infantry to take him they did try
He laughed at them with scorn until at last 'twas said
By a false-hearted woman he was
had a vision
And you never have been tempted
By the Devil or the Lord

Yes, you who stand above them now
Your hatchets blunt and bloody
You were not
Circle of hands
Cold spirits plan
Searching my land
For an enemy
Came across
Love's sweet cost
And in the face of beauty
Evil was lost

Sky
by forces born from danger
Cleaning hands where virtues live on ice

In mother's scorn
Blood was born
A war unknown to us all

See the rays
the mountains high
With cavalry and infantry to take him they did try
He laughed at them with scorn until at last 'twas said
By a false-hearted woman he was
There is a land not far from the ears of sound
The eyes of sight can't see
It's over the trees
You'll be there by tomorrow's breeze

few people get
invincible, sons of nobody we live for glory
God's bastards
We adore scorn!
Nocturnal beings satiated by hate untamed and savage larvas calling for mutation
And heaven's weight's on your soul
The re-emerging days of old

Blinded by the men
The heavens they burn
Swallowing pride
Swallowing scorn
Sit with me here
The fear inside my hate filled mind 
The concept of eternal life
Never could you understand 
That life won't take you by the hand 

Wait, you
As our hate unites with our soul

Rising our hands
The renewal has begun
Since long time ago
Faded spirits
Screams with scorn

Rising fro mthe soul

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