| Song | The Offering |
| Artist | Shaman's Harvest |
| Album | March of the Bastards |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| We are the offering of your dead | |
| We are the used to be mislead | |
| We are the bastards | |
| May you never take us home | |
| Get in | |
| Give in | |
| Get in | |
| Give in | |
| Get in | |
| Give in | |
| Get in | |
| Give in | |
| It's prophesied the world will end | |
| And culminate in fiery dust | |
| There’s nothing left for those to come | |
| Caesar will bring the fall out and | |
| In an instance two deep breaths | |
| Using quickly what is left | |
| So put your back against the cliff | |
| There’s naught but thin air to resist | |
| We are the offering of the dead | |
| We are the used to be mislead | |
| We are the bastards | |
| May you never take us home | |
| So take precaution when we come | |
| So make the best of all to some | |
| Take your shot you'll be much better when we're gone | |
| Get in | |
| Give in | |
| Get in | |
| Give in | |
| Get in | |
| Give in | |
| Get in | |
| Give in | |
| Now as they watch fires burning low | |
| And hope resides in fading trust | |
| Assimilate or be drawn in | |
| Never could add the sum | |
| I'll have an instant to take a breath | |
| Using quickly what is left | |
| So put your back against the fence | |
| It's naught but thin air | |
| We are the offering of the dead | |
| We are the used to be mislead | |
| We are the bastards | |
| May you never take us home | |
| So take precaution when we come | |
| So make the best of all to some | |
| Take your shot you'll be much better when we're gone | |
| When we're gone |
| We are the offering of your dead | |
| We are the used to be mislead | |
| We are the bastards | |
| May you never take us home | |
| Get in | |
| Give in | |
| Get in | |
| Give in | |
| Get in | |
| Give in | |
| Get in | |
| Give in | |
| It' s prophesied the world will end | |
| And culminate in fiery dust | |
| There' s nothing left for those to come | |
| Caesar will bring the fall out and | |
| In an instance two deep breaths | |
| Using quickly what is left | |
| So put your back against the cliff | |
| There' s naught but thin air to resist | |
| We are the offering of the dead | |
| We are the used to be mislead | |
| We are the bastards | |
| May you never take us home | |
| So take precaution when we come | |
| So make the best of all to some | |
| Take your shot you' ll be much better when we' re gone | |
| Get in | |
| Give in | |
| Get in | |
| Give in | |
| Get in | |
| Give in | |
| Get in | |
| Give in | |
| Now as they watch fires burning low | |
| And hope resides in fading trust | |
| Assimilate or be drawn in | |
| Never could add the sum | |
| I' ll have an instant to take a breath | |
| Using quickly what is left | |
| So put your back against the fence | |
| It' s naught but thin air | |
| We are the offering of the dead | |
| We are the used to be mislead | |
| We are the bastards | |
| May you never take us home | |
| So take precaution when we come | |
| So make the best of all to some | |
| Take your shot you' ll be much better when we' re gone | |
| When we' re gone |
| We are the offering of your dead | |
| We are the used to be mislead | |
| We are the bastards | |
| May you never take us home | |
| Get in | |
| Give in | |
| Get in | |
| Give in | |
| Get in | |
| Give in | |
| Get in | |
| Give in | |
| It' s prophesied the world will end | |
| And culminate in fiery dust | |
| There' s nothing left for those to come | |
| Caesar will bring the fall out and | |
| In an instance two deep breaths | |
| Using quickly what is left | |
| So put your back against the cliff | |
| There' s naught but thin air to resist | |
| We are the offering of the dead | |
| We are the used to be mislead | |
| We are the bastards | |
| May you never take us home | |
| So take precaution when we come | |
| So make the best of all to some | |
| Take your shot you' ll be much better when we' re gone | |
| Get in | |
| Give in | |
| Get in | |
| Give in | |
| Get in | |
| Give in | |
| Get in | |
| Give in | |
| Now as they watch fires burning low | |
| And hope resides in fading trust | |
| Assimilate or be drawn in | |
| Never could add the sum | |
| I' ll have an instant to take a breath | |
| Using quickly what is left | |
| So put your back against the fence | |
| It' s naught but thin air | |
| We are the offering of the dead | |
| We are the used to be mislead | |
| We are the bastards | |
| May you never take us home | |
| So take precaution when we come | |
| So make the best of all to some | |
| Take your shot you' ll be much better when we' re gone | |
| When we' re gone |