Wicker lyrics
by Clutch
(Fallon, Gaster, Maines, Sult)Like ravens on a scarecrowToo old to beat them offThe guilt fermentsFamiliarity breeds contemptThe yolk of faith splatters silentHarvest time, red moon risingAnvil cloud, lightning rodPeacemaker, life takerWhat's inside the silo?Can it fly?A needle in the haystackTo crack the skyThe yoke of faith breaks awayFrom the beast of burdenHarvest time, red moon risingPeacemaker, life takerPeacemakerPeacemakerPeacemakerLife takerThe feet of marching menBeat down the fields of last chancesAs scarecrows in amber waves of grainGrin exchanging glancesWe've killed itWe've killed itKilled it
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