Exile

Slaves drinking hot liquid and are meager
The wounds are not healing, but bleeding
After all the pain, they are becoming
Rocks in the pyramids of

Exile
Exile
Exile

Exile
Exile
Exile

Exile
Exile
Exile

Metal, poor rusty metal
There will be a red moon tonight

Mosquitos obsorbing all the wet blood from the land,
work can only be done by hand.
Don't trust people from this land,
You will be a rock in the pyramids of

Exile
Exile
Exile

Exile
Exile
Exile

Exile
Exile
Exile

Metal, poor rusty metal
There will be a red moon tonight



Credits
Writer(s): Juliën Fluit
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