To alabaster skin
My tusks will sink in
As iron's savor sails my tongue
Aye, I slipped into your ranks
Now bare your war paint
Oh how I've learned to speak your ways
Though the battle has been won
And our foes have friends become
Our banners still bleed all the same
Though when daylight dies
My spell will subside
Your throat my prize
Spawn of desert soil
From crimson mud
Your strength
Made your foil
Caught in chains
Then hoisted sail
Our legions will amass
We took your hand
You fell for our plan
Our machinations
As obvious as caltrops
Yet still you stumble at too great a speed
To break your fall
We'll replace you all
Even the mite of our blood
Even the mite of our blood
Will spoil your lineage
You best be prepared
To take us all
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English
To alabaster skin
My tusks will sink in
As iron's savor sails my tongue
Aye, I slipped into your ranks
Now bare your war paint
Oh how I've learned to speak your ways
Though the battle has been won
And our foes have friends become
Our banners still bleed all the same
Though when daylight dies
My spell will subside
Your throat my prize
Spawn of desert soil
From crimson mud
Your strength
Made your foil
Caught in chains
Then hoisted sail
Our legions will amass
We took your hand
You fell for our plan
Our machinations
As obvious as caltrops
Yet still you stumble at too great a speed
To break your fall
We'll replace you all
Even the mite of our blood
Even the mite of our blood
Will spoil your lineage
You best be prepared
To take us all
My tusks will sink in
As iron's savor sails my tongue
Aye, I slipped into your ranks
Now bare your war paint
Oh how I've learned to speak your ways
Though the battle has been won
And our foes have friends become
Our banners still bleed all the same
Though when daylight dies
My spell will subside
Your throat my prize
Spawn of desert soil
From crimson mud
Your strength
Made your foil
Caught in chains
Then hoisted sail
Our legions will amass
We took your hand
You fell for our plan
Our machinations
As obvious as caltrops
Yet still you stumble at too great a speed
To break your fall
We'll replace you all
Even the mite of our blood
Even the mite of our blood
Will spoil your lineage
You best be prepared
To take us all
Writer: Dredge Osterberg
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid