Sequoia Lyrics
| Song | Sequoia |
| Artist | Shaman's Harvest |
| Album | March of the Bastards |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Dead | |
| Show me your life | |
| You can take mine | |
| I will give anything left to you | |
| Have to kill me | |
| To set me free, | |
| I'm stuck in a prison cell | |
| Of my own body | |
| Soul is long gone | |
| There will be nothing wrong for her | |
| A blessing, a touch, is not enough | |
| Tasted but never swallowed | |
| Torn, bled from the womb | |
| I need to go back | |
| I sacrificed all that's safe and warm | |
| I cannot sleep | |
| I've been having dreams | |
| You won't have this inquisition | |
| Pull the sword from the stone | |
| The prophet is gone | |
| There's no one to slay the dragon | |
| Born from your greed | |
| He's sacrificing | |
| His innocent blood already | |
| Dead | |
| Show me your life | |
| You can take mine | |
| I will give anything left to you | |
| Have to kill me | |
| To set me free | |
| I'm stuck in a prison cell | |
| Of my own body | |
| Soul is long gone | |
| There will be nothing wrong for her | |
| A blessing, a touch, it’s not enough | |
| Tasted but never | |
| This is now a holy war | |
| Killing us with God | |
| Using the people as your whores | |
| Oh the wounds I bleed, we’ll salt | |
| I turn the wheel and lay me down | |
| You've heard disciples work | |
| You've done this all before | |
| He's killing you with God | |
| Killing you with God | |
| Right | |
| What is it for | |
| He’ll tell you once more | |
| To this beat forgive us all, | |
| Don the robe, | |
| Cut the wrist | |
| Speaking of nothing | |
| Lost | |
| I cannot know | |
| Shot your own | |
| There is no prophet for you to love | |
| Now all is gone | |
| There is no one | |
| You're looking on no one | |
| This is now a holy war | |
| Killing us with God | |
| Using the people as your whores | |
| Oh the wounds I bleed, we’ll salt | |
| I turn the wheel and lay me down | |
| You've heard disciples work | |
| Fear we’ve done this all before | |
| He's killing you with God | |
| Killing you with God | |
| Killing you with God | |
| Killing you with God | |
| Killing you with God, | |
| Killing you with… | |
| They're killing you with… |
| Dead | |
| Show me your life | |
| You can take mine | |
| I will give anything left to you | |
| Have to kill me | |
| To set me free, | |
| I' m stuck in a prison cell | |
| Of my own body | |
| Soul is long gone | |
| There will be nothing wrong for her | |
| A blessing, a touch, is not enough | |
| Tasted but never swallowed | |
| Torn, bled from the womb | |
| I need to go back | |
| I sacrificed all that' s safe and warm | |
| I cannot sleep | |
| I' ve been having dreams | |
| You won' t have this inquisition | |
| Pull the sword from the stone | |
| The prophet is gone | |
| There' s no one to slay the dragon | |
| Born from your greed | |
| He' s sacrificing | |
| His innocent blood already | |
| Dead | |
| Show me your life | |
| You can take mine | |
| I will give anything left to you | |
| Have to kill me | |
| To set me free | |
| I' m stuck in a prison cell | |
| Of my own body | |
| Soul is long gone | |
| There will be nothing wrong for her | |
| A blessing, a touch, it' s not enough | |
| Tasted but never | |
| This is now a holy war | |
| Killing us with God | |
| Using the people as your whores | |
| Oh the wounds I bleed, we' ll salt | |
| I turn the wheel and lay me down | |
| You' ve heard disciples work | |
| You' ve done this all before | |
| He' s killing you with God | |
| Killing you with God | |
| Right | |
| What is it for | |
| He' ll tell you once more | |
| To this beat forgive us all, | |
| Don the robe, | |
| Cut the wrist | |
| Speaking of nothing | |
| Lost | |
| I cannot know | |
| Shot your own | |
| There is no prophet for you to love | |
| Now all is gone | |
| There is no one | |
| You' re looking on no one | |
| This is now a holy war | |
| Killing us with God | |
| Using the people as your whores | |
| Oh the wounds I bleed, we' ll salt | |
| I turn the wheel and lay me down | |
| You' ve heard disciples work | |
| Fear we' ve done this all before | |
| He' s killing you with God | |
| Killing you with God | |
| Killing you with God | |
| Killing you with God | |
| Killing you with God, | |
| Killing you with | |
| They' re killing you with |
| Dead | |
| Show me your life | |
| You can take mine | |
| I will give anything left to you | |
| Have to kill me | |
| To set me free, | |
| I' m stuck in a prison cell | |
| Of my own body | |
| Soul is long gone | |
| There will be nothing wrong for her | |
| A blessing, a touch, is not enough | |
| Tasted but never swallowed | |
| Torn, bled from the womb | |
| I need to go back | |
| I sacrificed all that' s safe and warm | |
| I cannot sleep | |
| I' ve been having dreams | |
| You won' t have this inquisition | |
| Pull the sword from the stone | |
| The prophet is gone | |
| There' s no one to slay the dragon | |
| Born from your greed | |
| He' s sacrificing | |
| His innocent blood already | |
| Dead | |
| Show me your life | |
| You can take mine | |
| I will give anything left to you | |
| Have to kill me | |
| To set me free | |
| I' m stuck in a prison cell | |
| Of my own body | |
| Soul is long gone | |
| There will be nothing wrong for her | |
| A blessing, a touch, it' s not enough | |
| Tasted but never | |
| This is now a holy war | |
| Killing us with God | |
| Using the people as your whores | |
| Oh the wounds I bleed, we' ll salt | |
| I turn the wheel and lay me down | |
| You' ve heard disciples work | |
| You' ve done this all before | |
| He' s killing you with God | |
| Killing you with God | |
| Right | |
| What is it for | |
| He' ll tell you once more | |
| To this beat forgive us all, | |
| Don the robe, | |
| Cut the wrist | |
| Speaking of nothing | |
| Lost | |
| I cannot know | |
| Shot your own | |
| There is no prophet for you to love | |
| Now all is gone | |
| There is no one | |
| You' re looking on no one | |
| This is now a holy war | |
| Killing us with God | |
| Using the people as your whores | |
| Oh the wounds I bleed, we' ll salt | |
| I turn the wheel and lay me down | |
| You' ve heard disciples work | |
| Fear we' ve done this all before | |
| He' s killing you with God | |
| Killing you with God | |
| Killing you with God | |
| Killing you with God | |
| Killing you with God, | |
| Killing you with | |
| They' re killing you with |
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