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• Artiste: Republic Of Wolves (The)
• Titre: Sea Smoke
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I drove an ancient copper thorn into your Red Indian heart Pulled the cross down and myself into a hundred weaker parts Pointed up into the cliffs, I saw the villains they became Just an angel and a lion, spitting fire in my name Won't be long We threw the Stygian hypocrites into the warmest pit of Hell Down to the violent jet-black delta where the redwoods rose and fell I painted all of man's mistakes inside a giant golden frame I was a tax collector up until the spirit spoke my name In the fog of the graying woods we'd grown We heard the cedar bulkheads moan So we replaced it with a field And now it's scraping up our heels. And I can hardly move my mouth To get these hallowed insults out Past my bear trap jaws into my wandering father's ears So I'm packing up my tattered thoughts and swallowing my prayers. And I'd been too long in a polished wooden tomb Should've left some space for you But I never got my fill of tempting fate So I sold my spine to the devil-handed dusk Finally a captain I can trust He formed a brand new trinity With the hypocrites and me.