Young Gods of Na Sionna
I put my body on the sleepers
There was a stranger in my blood
Let's turn the cameras into mirrors
I see the loneliness in her eyes
In her eyes
I know the wheels are turning inside your mind
Your foreign chains are breaking, I'm not your kind
No winter winds blow out of the golden vale
Oh brothers I'm not lost, but I came
That way
Sometimes she eats her young
They don't wash away the blood
You know I didn't think that, I didn't think of anything
I though of love
And I thought enough
For these young gods
For these young gods
For these young gods, for these young gods
Of Na Sionna
I put my body on the river
There was a stranger in my blood
I know that you cannot deliver
Me from the lords and judging eyes
From her eyes
The southern coast line is a working class grave
The cerese ocean pillars of heaven shake
With all the horses dancing out in the fires
And all the swans are living in lies
In her lies
Sometimes she eats her young
They don't wash away the blood
You know I didn't think that, I didn't think of anything
I though of love
And I thought enough
For these young gods
For these young gods
For these young gods, for these young gods
Get friends
Get love
Get suicide
Get trust
Get friends
Get love
Get suicide
Get trust
For these young gods
For these young gods
For these young gods
For these young gods, for these young gods
Of Na Sionna
There was a stranger in my blood
Let's turn the cameras into mirrors
I see the loneliness in her eyes
In her eyes
I know the wheels are turning inside your mind
Your foreign chains are breaking, I'm not your kind
No winter winds blow out of the golden vale
Oh brothers I'm not lost, but I came
That way
Sometimes she eats her young
They don't wash away the blood
You know I didn't think that, I didn't think of anything
I though of love
And I thought enough
For these young gods
For these young gods
For these young gods, for these young gods
Of Na Sionna
I put my body on the river
There was a stranger in my blood
I know that you cannot deliver
Me from the lords and judging eyes
From her eyes
The southern coast line is a working class grave
The cerese ocean pillars of heaven shake
With all the horses dancing out in the fires
And all the swans are living in lies
In her lies
Sometimes she eats her young
They don't wash away the blood
You know I didn't think that, I didn't think of anything
I though of love
And I thought enough
For these young gods
For these young gods
For these young gods, for these young gods
Get friends
Get love
Get suicide
Get trust
Get friends
Get love
Get suicide
Get trust
For these young gods
For these young gods
For these young gods
For these young gods, for these young gods
Of Na Sionna
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Writer(s): Sean Micheal Corcoran
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