Pariah کے بول

An acid-bath For sloganeers Who have sent their lambs To the slaughter Never mindful Of wayward kin Who would sell their souls For a quarter I've been on the other side In the darkness The gunshots echo And wine won't stifle Their bastard pride Torches burning Their numbers growing With ill-intent As they prowl the night I---------- I've been on the other side Walking sick sick They walking the town Walking sick sick They walking the town Walking sick sick They walking the town Walking sick sick They walking the town Call the man Who will lead the clan An avenging angel Unhallowed tone Baron Samedi As only saviour Disturbed from slumber To walk alone I---------- I've been on the other side Walking sick sick They walking the town Walking sick sick They walking the town Walking sick sick They walking the town Walking sick sick They walking the town