There's Talk of Strange Folk Abroad 歌詞
There's Talk of Strange Folk Abroad - Texas In July
The hooded scoundrels await their death
We are of those chosen few
They bare the marks of the sin
They're nothing like us but they try to destroy our trust
Our trust
Their books and chants will harm none
For we will stand strong in the pit of the night
For the arbolist is growing weak and the servants die off
Die off
Die off
The time has come
When there's no one left to hold your hand
The time has come
When there's no one left to hold your hand
The time has come
When there's no one left to hold your hand
The time has come
When there's no one left to hold your hand
The time has come
When there's no one left to hold your hand
The time has come
When there's no one left to hold your hand
The time has come
When there's no one left to hold your hand
The time has come
When there's no one left to hold your hand
Go
Stand your ground
Ground
There is talk of strange folk aboard
There is talk of strange folk aboard
Abroard