Abdicate (Marshalltown, Lowa)
Motsuk
The smell emulating tells me that... Now lithe serpent its your time, to rise, to suffice The stars are now alinged for you to rise... Now lithe serpent its your time, to rise, to suffice NOW LITHE SERPENT IT'S YOUR TIME While the childern sleep tight, you'll rise... anew You must erect a new steeple for... Now lithe serpent its your time, to writhe, to sigh All those beneath the sun grovel
From Letras Mania