Longhare - Death, A Word Of Warning

God-blessed sails they flood the seas - flaming, sick desires
New beginnings, fresh clean slates - destined to bring fires
Stars all align at their feet - silver cannon meet and greet

Death is a word of warning

Belly aching, mouths are dry - much different from a dream
Civil rights and who made who and you - 'll be playing for our team

Death is a word of warning
Death death death death death
Death, death, death is a word of warning

Lord's word read in gold-plate gloves - enjoy fiery water depravity
You'll eat glass for dinner, it's free - a dirt fish bowl conformity

Death is a word of warning

Written by:
Teo Grlica

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