Blackbird Raum - Beast of Carthage - Lyrics, Similar artists

Kishore Kumar Hits — Blackbird Raum - Beast of Carthage lyrics

Artist: Blackbird Raum

album: False Weavers

Home of the oaks
And the weeds.
And the thrash that will cover us
Given any time.
Stranded at the tournament, soaking up blood.
Nourished by the black art of the palace floor.
Charging up the hill into machine guns
With a plumed helmet and a broken sword.
And the ice, sewage ice
It's selling like hot cakes, additive slime.
Herded to a yellow-taped
Cordonned off place.
We were just conscripts forced to wield arms.
Lining up the pit with pointed sticks
Drive the men downhill into the pit.
And the ice, sewage ice.
It's selling like hot cakes, additive slime
Beast of Carthage makes his call.
A carrion smell in the foreman's yard.
Climbing up the digsite
Just for some asshole named Halliwell on the phone for you.

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