Cadence for the Cannibals
Go home, men
Were all done here
And it has been
Another year
Theyve chased us up to
Higher ground
If we dont turn back
Well soon be found
The Bibles, morals, and seraphim
Theyve chased us to
The brink of sin
We are now alone.
Stranded by a
Greater race,
We strive to keep
A little faith
The world ended
Long ago
Were left behind
To live this low.
We fight the deserters
That hath returned
Hoping we dont
End up burned.
We may be sinners
We may be odd
But, hell no we wont
Believe in their god.













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