R.O.D.

Lyrics

It's approaching
 600 pounds gas and flesh
 Robes in tatters
 It's approaching
 Lips and tongue abhorrent
 Flickering lexicon
 Or a stray dog pack leader
 Hide hide, all good people hang out for a result
 Hide dive hide, reasonable people in silence do exult
 Realm of dusk
 The Northerns
 Look at the North ones
 Their brains are unhinged by the sun
 Rare stone
 Our (faeces/faces) are rare stone
 It comes to take them
 Move out the armies

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Song Details

Duration
04:36
Key
9
Tempo
139 BPM

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