Song | Drawn by the Sirens |
Artist | Shaman's Harvest |
Album | March of the Bastards |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Drawn by the sirens | |
We crash into the shores | |
Of this house full of envy | |
How could we know when | |
The numbness is over | |
No time for panic now | |
Tearing the truth from disguise | |
What now | |
Experience dies | |
They close a X | |
Three hundred strong | |
With mouths left to feed | |
All two hundred are weak | |
And a few ships | |
Come onto shore | |
In this house full of empty | |
How could we know | |
Twisting your X | |
Steady your mind | |
Relax a little | |
You can rewind | |
And I’m more for the testing | |
But how can this end | |
So much for bread that we all depend | |
Just when towing this line had become too much of a strain | |
They close a X | |
Three hundred strong | |
With mouths left to feed | |
All two hundred are weak | |
And a few ships | |
Come onto shore | |
In this house full of empty | |
How could we know | |
They close a X | |
Three hundred strong | |
With mouths left to feed | |
All two hundred are weak | |
And a few ships | |
Come onto shore | |
In this house full of empty | |
How could we |
Drawn by the sirens | |
We crash into the shores | |
Of this house full of envy | |
How could we know when | |
The numbness is over | |
No time for panic now | |
Tearing the truth from disguise | |
What now | |
Experience dies | |
They close a X | |
Three hundred strong | |
With mouths left to feed | |
All two hundred are weak | |
And a few ships | |
Come onto shore | |
In this house full of empty | |
How could we know | |
Twisting your X | |
Steady your mind | |
Relax a little | |
You can rewind | |
And I' m more for the testing | |
But how can this end | |
So much for bread that we all depend | |
Just when towing this line had become too much of a strain | |
They close a X | |
Three hundred strong | |
With mouths left to feed | |
All two hundred are weak | |
And a few ships | |
Come onto shore | |
In this house full of empty | |
How could we know | |
They close a X | |
Three hundred strong | |
With mouths left to feed | |
All two hundred are weak | |
And a few ships | |
Come onto shore | |
In this house full of empty | |
How could we |
Drawn by the sirens | |
We crash into the shores | |
Of this house full of envy | |
How could we know when | |
The numbness is over | |
No time for panic now | |
Tearing the truth from disguise | |
What now | |
Experience dies | |
They close a X | |
Three hundred strong | |
With mouths left to feed | |
All two hundred are weak | |
And a few ships | |
Come onto shore | |
In this house full of empty | |
How could we know | |
Twisting your X | |
Steady your mind | |
Relax a little | |
You can rewind | |
And I' m more for the testing | |
But how can this end | |
So much for bread that we all depend | |
Just when towing this line had become too much of a strain | |
They close a X | |
Three hundred strong | |
With mouths left to feed | |
All two hundred are weak | |
And a few ships | |
Come onto shore | |
In this house full of empty | |
How could we know | |
They close a X | |
Three hundred strong | |
With mouths left to feed | |
All two hundred are weak | |
And a few ships | |
Come onto shore | |
In this house full of empty | |
How could we |