Lya

Grand host nations
Into the stones
Danced to death ends
Fire in snow
Wrecking witches
Fill our voice
Reigns and curses
I am, I am

For faith they said
Burn their mouth
Spike sticks and hands
As cattle comes out

I'll march instead
White devil man
Nailed to the floor
Blood red rivers
Fistful of poems

For faith they said
Burn their mouth
Spike sticks and hands
As cattle comes out

Hold my wrist down
For faith they said
Burn their mouth
Spike sticks and hands
As cattle comes out