Letra de Oddfellows - Tomahawk

Pit vipers
Golden dawn
Old straw nerves
Burning strong
They call us oddfellows
We're dancing on the gallows
Who will judge you tomorrow?
From the hills,
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Here they come
Cold magic
Please behold
We only know the odd way
We believe
We believe in