Letra de Psalms Alive - Baroness

I am the nail that you can�t strike
I am the spear that will run you through
And when the shots were falling we were sound asleep
And you filled your palms with dirty bombs
Instead of hand-grenades
I am teeth which cannot bite
I�ll tear your garden up by the roots
And when the shots were falling we were sound asleep
And you filled your palms with dirty bombs
Instead of hand-grenades
Hear the seven bell tolls
Ringing loud for you
Coroners and vultures
Cry out, �Gloria!�
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All across the valley
Onward towards the sun
The two-bit prophet sways and
Pulls a price from everyone
Feel the heavy hoof-beats
Pound across the land
The sin of our forefathers
Lies within our clutching hands
Watch the planes pass over
Hear its call-to-arms
The golden drunk of morning
Made me straight my bended knee