Shaman's Harvest The Offering
We are the offering of the dead
We are the used to be mislead
We are the bastards'
May you never take us home
Get in
Give in
Get in
Give in
It's prophesied the world will end
And culminate in fiery dust.
Nothing left for those to come.
Caesar will bring the fall out.
In an instance two deep breaths
Using quickly what is left,
So put your back against a cliff.
Naught but thin air to resist
We are the offering of the dead,
We are the used to be mislead.
We are the bastards'
May you never take us home.
So take precautions when we come,
So make the best of all to some,
Take your shot you'll be much better when we're gone.
Get in
Give in
Get in
Give in
Now as the watch fires burning low,
And hope resides in fading trust.
Assimilate or be drawn in,
never could add the sum.
I'll have an instant to take a breath,
Using quickly what is left,
So put your back against the fence,
It's naught but thin air.
We are the offering of the dead,
We are the used to be mislead.
We are the bastards'
May you never take us home.
So take precautions when we come,
So make the best of all to some,
Take your shot you'll be much better when we're gone.
