I am not sure of a world outside this wine.
But if there is one then I am a bastard of it.
Feel the embers warm my bones, in the wasteland that is west.
The mountain man is a scary beacon,
decide what kind of martyrs we should grow.
From the cedar table stands disgust of a chopped up sewer man,
impale them all and live like kings.
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I am not sure of a world outside this wine.
But if there is one then I am a bastard of it.
Feel the embers warm my bones, in the wasteland that is west.
The mountain man is a scary beacon,
decide what kind of martyrs we should grow.
From the cedar table stands disgust of a chopped up sewer man,
impale them all and live like kings.
But if there is one then I am a bastard of it.
Feel the embers warm my bones, in the wasteland that is west.
The mountain man is a scary beacon,
decide what kind of martyrs we should grow.
From the cedar table stands disgust of a chopped up sewer man,
impale them all and live like kings.