The Hermit Saints Songtext
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The Hermit Saints Songtext
Break from the ordinary, do what′s necessary
Pray, pray for death, pray for ecstasy
Skin off the human shell, so broken and frail
Lock the gates behind the hermit saints
Oh, hear them call, from hell on earth
Oh, hear them call
Oh hear them call from nature's dome
From far beyond, oh hear them call
Oh hear them, oh hear them
Break from the ordinary, do what′s necessary
Pray, pray for death, pray for ecstasy
Skin off the human shell, so broken and frail
Lock the gates behind the hermit saints
Silence is broken, the knot is too tight
The desert compels me to do what is right
Silence is broken, the knot is too tight
The desert compels me to do what is right
Oh, hear them call, from skies above
From down below, oh hear them call, oh hear them
Silence is broken, the knot is too tight
The desert compels me to do what is right
Silence is broken, the knot is too tight
The desert compels me to do what is right
Break from the ordinary, do what's necessary
Pray, pray for death, pray for ecstasy
Skin off the human shell, so broken and frail
Lock the gates behind the hermit saints
Oh, hear them call, behold the hermit saints
Oh hear them call
Pray, pray for death, pray for ecstasy
Skin off the human shell, so broken and frail
Lock the gates behind the hermit saints
Oh, hear them call, from hell on earth
Oh, hear them call
Oh hear them call from nature's dome
From far beyond, oh hear them call
Oh hear them, oh hear them
Break from the ordinary, do what′s necessary
Pray, pray for death, pray for ecstasy
Skin off the human shell, so broken and frail
Lock the gates behind the hermit saints
Silence is broken, the knot is too tight
The desert compels me to do what is right
Silence is broken, the knot is too tight
The desert compels me to do what is right
Oh, hear them call, from skies above
From down below, oh hear them call, oh hear them
Silence is broken, the knot is too tight
The desert compels me to do what is right
Silence is broken, the knot is too tight
The desert compels me to do what is right
Break from the ordinary, do what's necessary
Pray, pray for death, pray for ecstasy
Skin off the human shell, so broken and frail
Lock the gates behind the hermit saints
Oh, hear them call, behold the hermit saints
Oh hear them call
Writer(s): Fernando Ribeiro, Pedro Paixão, Ricardo Amorim Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com