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A Scatterbrain Sings Of Christians And The Ghoul Bares Teeth Lyrics

Onwards here; there's mud to feed

And how many paving-stones?

Time will tell when Samael is near

And how many monikers more?

And curse the dead ones, scattered in the sea

All you Christian thieves

The fury of our songs is quenched

And how many broken chords?

What I despise has seept through

And how many settlements more?

And curse the dead ones, scattered in the sea

Onwards here if you believe

And some of us would say

There is no hope

Steer the rudder of the blindfolded

And some of us would say

There is no hope

Steer the rudder of the blindfolded

A Wandering Jew who taunted me

And how many teasings more?

The world too grand to feel free

And how many inner wars?

Curse the dead ones, scattered in the sea

Onwards here if you believeAnd some of us would say

There is no hope

Steer the rudder of the blindfolded

And some of us would say

There is no hope

Steer the rudder of the blindfolded

And some of us would say

There is no hope

Steer the rudder

And some of us would say

There is no hope

And some of us would say

Steer the rudder

And some of us would say

There is no hope

And some of us would say

Steer the rudder of the blindfolded