Musta-Krakish,
Musta-Krakish,
The time has come, to awaken him.
I call upon th
Many years ago today something grew
inside of your mother...
That thing
I track my history
Bloody burned family tree
Native blood runs in
Punch your card 'cause your working day has started
and you're
I want to keep my money
And give away absolutely nothing
To
You people out there give us something more than just
We call out to the beasts of the sea to
Strapping for the jury,
tell your friends of fury,
comedy is death,
Here comes the soul collecting train of murder a-comin'
It longs
Riding, and riding, we search across the land
The snow, and
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