Текст песни WELL DONE!

Bells rung Send the mail up high to the sky home that I fell from Bail us out the bond, mask over my eyes just like a welder Tailspun outta binds, baptized in the fires of flaw and failures I tried to tell you You never gon' get a rise out of a real one Tough like Ryan spelt Orion size heavyweight titles on a belt, son Flying in on the wide eye of the maelstrom, wild side that I hail from I see you ain't moved in a while Ain't gonna lie, you probably should getcha sails up Time'll tell who the hell won Promise I don't know who assailed ya Bear cubs, head hunt, voila, they probably threw it for breadcrumbs Provided shelter (shelter) Dug well enough to find us some kind of wealth (kind of wealth, yeah) Minding to myself Gumboots, the bottom started to melt some, felt stuck Steel cut knives showing the shield love Spill blood From this action, we see the priest's responsibility toward the congregation and towards the Gods