Paroles de Never Enough Road

Pure is the stone on the path of this ocean Treasures are abandoned & the warzones are in welcome Python eagle man wasted ghost Torche is in hand the thunder grows Digesting tip of the sword taking in spit of poison Gods pigs upon field avalanche of man Horns fangs are in sight lungs to ear Never to be tame Gauntlet on gauntlet the skin whips amok Bone how it slithers like blade liquid wind Crimson faces baptismal light Flawless the damage the flags fly high Throne & altar hammer of gods