There's Talk of Strange Folk Abroad Songtext
von Texas in July

The hooded scoundrels await their death
We are of those chosen few
They bare the marks of the sin
They′re nothing like us but they try to destroy our trust

Their books and chants will harm none
For we will stand strong, in the pit of the night


For the arbolist is growing weak, and the servants die off
Die off
Die off
(The time has come when there's no one left to hold your hand)
(The time has come when there′s no one left to hold your hand)
(The time has come when there's no one left to hold your hand)
(The time has come when there's no one left to hold your hand)
The time has come when there′s no one left to hold your hand
The time has come when there′s no one left to hold your hand
The time has come when there's no one left to hold your hand
The time has come when there′s no one left to hold your hand
Stand my ground
There is talk of strange folk aboard