Song | There's Talk Of Strange Folk Abroad |
Artist | Texas in July |
Album | Salt Of The Earth |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
The hooded scoundrels await their death. | |
We are of those chosen few. | |
They bare the marks of the sin. | |
They're nothing like us but they try to destroy our trust. | |
Their books and chants will harm none | |
For we will stand strong, in the pit of the night. | |
For the arbolist is growing weak, and the servants die off. | |
The time has come when there's no one left to hold your hand. | |
Stand your ground. | |
There is talk of strange folk aboard. |