Sing the hordes, a chorus of corpses
Take it to the gallows it’s a killer dance floor
we can do the jig, they can do it to
dirty looking thing you better sit out the romance
Burned out black, rotten through, take a joy ride by the silver lit light of mama midnight
Is it true, the things inside, by the silver lit light of midnight
Maybe it’s wrong, Baby it’s right. Midnight.
Sing me that song Turn out the lights
Sing the horde, the chorus of corpses! Sing the hordes!
Fiendish tongues, the festering seasons,
spare me no fears, are you in or you out men!
Dare i look away, what a thing to waste.
Dirty looking thing you better sit out this romance
Burned out black, rotten through, take a joy ride by the silver lit light of mama midnight
Is it true, the things inside, by the silver lit light of midnight
Sing me that song
Turn out the lights
Gimme more time
To say goodbye
Light of the dusk, i’m as righteous as anyone
Got these ideals and the people i’d die for.
Take me away from the governing highs.
Lock me away and the man will die.
You are my darkness and i am you’re goon
The crimson is rising and the dawn is in lieu.
You’re are my siren and i am you’re fool
Lead me, oh lead me for the darkness i crown
Pull of la luna, the first waves of pain
Pull of la luna the seconds insane
Pull of la luna a third in my dreams
Pull of la luna the forth the finale to
Nothing...Romance...
credits
from Midnight,
released June 6, 2016
5pence - Spencer Stearns Original artwork
Iain MacDuff - Most senior of engineers
Richy Walsh - Drums & Vocals
Steven (Steg) Mitchell - Guitar & Bass
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