Every Bishop's Death

I was trapped in Northern Londo
The only place I dont quite fit
So I rolled across the landslide

Shiver Shivers, I am te hope
I work alone

Teary Baby Soul
Teary Baby Soul

A hulking man sat by a brackish pond
With his feet submerged in the water
Haunting sighs whispered 'neath the waning moon

Every bishop's death
We'll dance upon their Tombs

Holy Swollen was its flavour
Lost my tongue

Teary Baby Soul
Teary Baby Soul

Can you take them all?
Can you take them all?

Holy Swollen was its flavour
Lost my tongue

Teary Baby Soul
Teary Baby Soul
Teary Baby Soul
Teary Baby Soul



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