Paroles de A Letter Concerning Dogheads

Stray never from your clan Cynecephaly is abound Beyond the wetlands to the East Stray not there We speak no jest Our words not understated Show reverence now We've studied sacred texts of byzantine Dogheads thirst for the blood of God's men No soul at rest behind their bestial eyes We speak no jest Our words not understated Show reverence now (Hunt them down) As with story of st christopher's mutation Control us with their lies Population, they've got us on the run You medieval warped form of statesman I'll not adhere to your obligations They've got us on