Paroles de Wicker
Like ravens on a scarecrowToo old to beat them off
The guilt ferments
Familiarity breeds contempt
The yoke of faith splatters silent
Harvest time, red moon rising
Anvil cloud, lightning rod
Peacemaker, life taker
What's inside the silo?
Can it fly?
A needle in the haystack
To crack the sky
The yoke of faith breaks away
From the beast of burden
Harvest time, red moon rising
Peacemaker, life taker
Peacemaker
Peacemaker
Peacemaker
Life taker
The feet of marching men We've killed it
Killed it
Anvil cloud, lightning rod
Peacemaker, life taker
What's inside the silo?
Can it fly?
A needle in the haystack
To crack the sky
The yoke of faith breaks away
From the beast of burden
Harvest time, red moon rising
Peacemaker, life taker
Peacemaker
Peacemaker
Peacemaker
Life taker
The feet of marching men We've killed it
Killed it
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