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Run, This night; It’s a Raid;

Alma Run

This grave Grave

Alma Run

One bitch many guns

I Turn, now my chest burns

This White Father is a load of lies

So I´m gonna put the truth in between his eyes

Oh! One young mouth in the long road;

Calling the Spirits to the stronghold

When I woke up I was covered in dust

Spurting from my chest; breast the color of rust

Blood-red mixed with dirt mixed with I don’t know what the fuck the word is

I stood and looked around, all was burnt to ground

Risen it up in smoke living it

Lo and behold!

My my wonder, there he was; The Great Law

I raced and put an axe in his head. Raw!

Run, This night; It’s a Raid;

Alma Run

This grave Grave

Alma Run

One bitch many guns

I Turn, now my chest burns

This White Father is a load of lies

So I´m gonna put the truth in between his eyes

Oh! One young mouth in the long road;

Calling the Spirits to the stronghold

I’m taking a mind rest, now that I open up my dirty eyes again

I would have been born blind to this limited time lest these vividly guest

memories would leave me to rest, but no

They continue to grow in my… Forget, me? No. I’m always thinking about the

early seeds that still grow

Never know why, they stay; new memories fade, but these long past deeds they

still sway true

And when I open my mouth a great thunderstorm comes tumbling out

Run, This night; It’s a Raid;

Alma Run

This grave Grave

Alma Run

One bitch many guns

I Turn, now my chest burns

This White Father is a load of lies

So I´m gonna put the truth in between his eyes

Oh! One young mouth in the long road;

Calling the Spirits to the stronghold

I’m still a baby soul; multiply existence in the maybe roles

But now I look up and you wave down. It’s a must, every gust with you comes to

break down rust, and make my eyes real clean

See behind the tall White Father’s deceit, his crude way not only beat to dance

to

Take my cup to the old Man river, drink my fill and taste ways to deliver

through

Now we come full circle with a new dance…

Run, This night; It’s a Raid; Run

This grave Grave. Run

One bitch many guns

Turn, now my chest burns

This White Father is a load of lies

So I´m gonna put the truth in between his eyes

One young mouth in the long road;

Calling the Spirits to the stronghold

Calling them back to a new found role

Alma Run

This grave Grave

Alma Run

One bitch many guns

I Turn, now my chest burns

This White Father is a load of lies

So I´m gonna put the truth in between his eyes

Oh! One young mouth in the long road;

Calling the Spirits to the stronghold

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