Savage
Lay sweetly quiet town
Without a fear, Without a sound
Know not your fate
Dark cottage, wood and rock
Behind the door, Behind the lock
Faces of hate
Death with warrior and steed
A time has come, A time to bleed
Think not to wake
The sound of hooves, pour like thunder
And that's the sound of the pain you'll suffer
And they call me a savage
They call me a wild man
They push me to the edge
I'm forced to fight for my homeland
They call me a savage
They call me a wild man
They push me to the edge
And they call me a savage
Busted wood and broken glass
A strike to fierce, a strike to fast
It's all too soon
Musket blast and flying lead
Axe to the back, axe to the head
Watch death ensue
A primal yell to tear the ears
Screams of terror, screams of fear
Come haunted moon
Fiery village meets its' end
And all is calm as the soot descends
And they call me a savage
They call me a wild man
They push me to the edge
I'm forced to fight for my homeland
They call me a savage
They call me a wild man
They push me to the edge
And they call me a savage
Lay sweetly vacant town
Without a fear, without a sound
Pioneers of fame
What seems free, you may have to steal
Do what you may with what you will
And feel no shame
Before you judge, take a look at you
And think of all the things you do
And who you blame
If you hear hooves pour like thunder
Just remember the fate they suffered
And they call me a savage
They call me a wild man
They push me to the edge
I'm forced to fight for my homeland
They call me a savage
They call me a wild man
They push me to the edge
And they call me a savage
Without a fear, Without a sound
Know not your fate
Dark cottage, wood and rock
Behind the door, Behind the lock
Faces of hate
Death with warrior and steed
A time has come, A time to bleed
Think not to wake
The sound of hooves, pour like thunder
And that's the sound of the pain you'll suffer
And they call me a savage
They call me a wild man
They push me to the edge
I'm forced to fight for my homeland
They call me a savage
They call me a wild man
They push me to the edge
And they call me a savage
Busted wood and broken glass
A strike to fierce, a strike to fast
It's all too soon
Musket blast and flying lead
Axe to the back, axe to the head
Watch death ensue
A primal yell to tear the ears
Screams of terror, screams of fear
Come haunted moon
Fiery village meets its' end
And all is calm as the soot descends
And they call me a savage
They call me a wild man
They push me to the edge
I'm forced to fight for my homeland
They call me a savage
They call me a wild man
They push me to the edge
And they call me a savage
Lay sweetly vacant town
Without a fear, without a sound
Pioneers of fame
What seems free, you may have to steal
Do what you may with what you will
And feel no shame
Before you judge, take a look at you
And think of all the things you do
And who you blame
If you hear hooves pour like thunder
Just remember the fate they suffered
And they call me a savage
They call me a wild man
They push me to the edge
I'm forced to fight for my homeland
They call me a savage
They call me a wild man
They push me to the edge
And they call me a savage
Credits
Writer(s): Clint Nelson
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