Briarwood Bloodline
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๐ Lyrics
We ain't from the church on Sunday morn'
We're the Briarwood bloodline pagan-born
We don't bow down, we don't kneel
Our gods live where the wild ones heal
My great grandma came from the mountain shade
Carried old charms that the church forbade
She'd hum old hymns that the Bible don't claim
Said, "The Lord's got power, but the moon's got flame"
They tried to drown her in the river bend
Said she talked to spirits that wouldn't end
But the water turned black, the ropes unbound
And she walked out smiling without a sound
We ain't from the church on Sunday morn'
We're the Briarwood bloodline pagan-born
Fire in our hearts, dirt on our hands
Old gods whisper through the land
Grandpa built a cabin where the swamp runs deep
Said, "The trees remember and the shadows keep"
Mama read cards by the candle flame
And the sheriff's wife swore she cured her pain
Every full moon, we light that fire
Dance in the dark 'til the smoke grows higher
A preacher came by, said, "This ain't right"
He tripped in the yard and was gone that night
We ain't from the church on Sunday morn'
We're the Briarwood bloodline pagan-born
We don't bow down, we don't kneel
Our gods live where the wild ones heal
They say we hexed that town hall bell
'Cause it rings at dusk like it's toll in hell
We just smile and pass that jar
Toast to the moon and the ones we are
You can't break roots when they're grown in bone
You can't burn witches when they call this home
We ain't from the church on Sunday morn'
We're the Briarwood bloodline pagan-born
Ash in the air, blood in the clay
We're the old ones walking your way
They call it sin
We call it kin
Briarwood blood runs deep as sin
Hut, hut, hut
We ain't from the church on Sunday morn'
We're the Briarwood bloodline pagan-born
We don't bow down, we don't kneel
Our gods live where the wild ones heal
We're the Briarwood bloodline pagan-born
We don't bow down, we don't kneel
Our gods live where the wild ones heal
My great grandma came from the mountain shade
Carried old charms that the church forbade
She'd hum old hymns that the Bible don't claim
Said, "The Lord's got power, but the moon's got flame"
They tried to drown her in the river bend
Said she talked to spirits that wouldn't end
But the water turned black, the ropes unbound
And she walked out smiling without a sound
We ain't from the church on Sunday morn'
We're the Briarwood bloodline pagan-born
Fire in our hearts, dirt on our hands
Old gods whisper through the land
Grandpa built a cabin where the swamp runs deep
Said, "The trees remember and the shadows keep"
Mama read cards by the candle flame
And the sheriff's wife swore she cured her pain
Every full moon, we light that fire
Dance in the dark 'til the smoke grows higher
A preacher came by, said, "This ain't right"
He tripped in the yard and was gone that night
We ain't from the church on Sunday morn'
We're the Briarwood bloodline pagan-born
We don't bow down, we don't kneel
Our gods live where the wild ones heal
They say we hexed that town hall bell
'Cause it rings at dusk like it's toll in hell
We just smile and pass that jar
Toast to the moon and the ones we are
You can't break roots when they're grown in bone
You can't burn witches when they call this home
We ain't from the church on Sunday morn'
We're the Briarwood bloodline pagan-born
Ash in the air, blood in the clay
We're the old ones walking your way
They call it sin
We call it kin
Briarwood blood runs deep as sin
Hut, hut, hut
We ain't from the church on Sunday morn'
We're the Briarwood bloodline pagan-born
We don't bow down, we don't kneel
Our gods live where the wild ones heal
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:00.19] We ain't from the church on Sunday morn'
[00:03.39] We're the Briarwood bloodline pagan-born
[00:06.73] We don't bow down, we don't kneel
[00:09.71] Our gods live where the wild ones heal
[00:15.16] My great grandma came from the mountain shade
[00:18.49] Carried old charms that the church forbade
[00:21.67] She'd hum old hymns that the Bible don't claim
[00:24.89] Said, "The Lord's got power, but the moon's got flame"
[00:28.74] They tried to drown her in the river bend
[00:31.90] Said she talked to spirits that wouldn't end
[00:35.01] But the water turned black, the ropes unbound
[00:38.49] And she walked out smiling without a sound
[00:42.81] We ain't from the church on Sunday morn'
[00:46.42] We're the Briarwood bloodline pagan-born
[00:49.90] Fire in our hearts, dirt on our hands
[00:53.13] Old gods whisper through the land
[00:58.85] Grandpa built a cabin where the swamp runs deep
[01:01.80] Said, "The trees remember and the shadows keep"
[01:04.92] Mama read cards by the candle flame
[01:08.02] And the sheriff's wife swore she cured her pain
[01:11.55] Every full moon, we light that fire
[01:14.62] Dance in the dark 'til the smoke grows higher
[01:17.86] A preacher came by, said, "This ain't right"
[01:20.90] He tripped in the yard and was gone that night
[01:25.49] We ain't from the church on Sunday morn'
[01:28.85] We're the Briarwood bloodline pagan-born
[01:32.18] We don't bow down, we don't kneel
[01:35.49] Our gods live where the wild ones heal
[01:40.85] They say we hexed that town hall bell
[01:44.04] 'Cause it rings at dusk like it's toll in hell
[01:47.24] We just smile and pass that jar
[01:49.84] Toast to the moon and the ones we are
[01:53.84] You can't break roots when they're grown in bone
[01:58.18] You can't burn witches when they call this home
[02:03.04] We ain't from the church on Sunday morn'
[02:06.41] We're the Briarwood bloodline pagan-born
[02:09.77] Ash in the air, blood in the clay
[02:12.92] We're the old ones walking your way
[02:17.63] They call it sin
[02:20.74] We call it kin
[02:24.36] Briarwood blood runs deep as sin
[02:31.37] Hut, hut, hut
[02:33.59] We ain't from the church on Sunday morn'
[02:36.88] We're the Briarwood bloodline pagan-born
[02:40.13] We don't bow down, we don't kneel
[02:43.62] Our gods live where the wild ones heal
[02:48.88]
[00:03.39] We're the Briarwood bloodline pagan-born
[00:06.73] We don't bow down, we don't kneel
[00:09.71] Our gods live where the wild ones heal
[00:15.16] My great grandma came from the mountain shade
[00:18.49] Carried old charms that the church forbade
[00:21.67] She'd hum old hymns that the Bible don't claim
[00:24.89] Said, "The Lord's got power, but the moon's got flame"
[00:28.74] They tried to drown her in the river bend
[00:31.90] Said she talked to spirits that wouldn't end
[00:35.01] But the water turned black, the ropes unbound
[00:38.49] And she walked out smiling without a sound
[00:42.81] We ain't from the church on Sunday morn'
[00:46.42] We're the Briarwood bloodline pagan-born
[00:49.90] Fire in our hearts, dirt on our hands
[00:53.13] Old gods whisper through the land
[00:58.85] Grandpa built a cabin where the swamp runs deep
[01:01.80] Said, "The trees remember and the shadows keep"
[01:04.92] Mama read cards by the candle flame
[01:08.02] And the sheriff's wife swore she cured her pain
[01:11.55] Every full moon, we light that fire
[01:14.62] Dance in the dark 'til the smoke grows higher
[01:17.86] A preacher came by, said, "This ain't right"
[01:20.90] He tripped in the yard and was gone that night
[01:25.49] We ain't from the church on Sunday morn'
[01:28.85] We're the Briarwood bloodline pagan-born
[01:32.18] We don't bow down, we don't kneel
[01:35.49] Our gods live where the wild ones heal
[01:40.85] They say we hexed that town hall bell
[01:44.04] 'Cause it rings at dusk like it's toll in hell
[01:47.24] We just smile and pass that jar
[01:49.84] Toast to the moon and the ones we are
[01:53.84] You can't break roots when they're grown in bone
[01:58.18] You can't burn witches when they call this home
[02:03.04] We ain't from the church on Sunday morn'
[02:06.41] We're the Briarwood bloodline pagan-born
[02:09.77] Ash in the air, blood in the clay
[02:12.92] We're the old ones walking your way
[02:17.63] They call it sin
[02:20.74] We call it kin
[02:24.36] Briarwood blood runs deep as sin
[02:31.37] Hut, hut, hut
[02:33.59] We ain't from the church on Sunday morn'
[02:36.88] We're the Briarwood bloodline pagan-born
[02:40.13] We don't bow down, we don't kneel
[02:43.62] Our gods live where the wild ones heal
[02:48.88]