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I am the that you cant strike
I am the spear will run you through

And when the shots were falling we were sound
And you filled your with dirty bombs
of hand-grenades

I am teeth which bite
Ill tear your up by the roots

And when the shots falling we were sound asleep
And you filled palms with dirty bombs
of hand-grenades

Hear the seven bell
loud for you
Coroners and
Cry out, Gloria!

All across the
towards the sun
The prophet sways and
Pulls a price everyone

Feel the hoof-beats
Pound the land
The sin of our
Lies our clutching hands

Watch the planes pass
its call-to-arms
The drunk of morning
Made me my bended knee