Lyrics

Viccar, bring your holybook,
your prayers are needed up apon the hill
There's a devil atop the chapel
and he's spitting down his devils work
There's a witch within the government
and she's castin off her witches spells

Weatherman bring your weather things
the sky is brewing nothing good
There's a cold wind blowin up up up
from the depths of this earth
There's a poison comin down
comin down comin down
from the heavens to this earth

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Bring out your dead,
torn, and tarnished souls
we won't win the war,
until our weapons fall
There's no defense
against the hardened walls
of a broken heart,
And a shattered spirit.
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Shoe maker bring your hammer
for our soles are not quite fit to walk this land
There's a Slickness to this ground
and it'll pull your legs right out from under you
There's a fray within this rope
and itll drop it all right down on to you

Bridge builder come on over
there's a crevice growing wider while we wait
There's a gathering on the one side
sayin come on one and all come and join us
There's a mob on the other sayin
"we don't want your kind".

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Bring out your dead,
torn, and tarnished souls
we won't win the war,
until our weapons fall
There's no defense
against the hardened walls
of a broken heart,
And a shattered spirit.