Denver City Songtext
von Wovenhand

Train bull shameful walk the rail
Law and pistol for the low dogs tail
I live on fox I′m sittin in the sun

Wakan oyate wakan nape
Wotan in washte
Listen how the boy drags on

Thats the spirit
Thats the spirit


But he will not keep silent no
He shall come
Fire before him a tempest around him
They run
I'm on fire stretched out on a bed of Spanish ice
Down from my mountain I shake
I shake everything twice
This corrosion is electric
Runnin down this rusted grill
How many could
Mean and seated
How many could

Thats the spirit
Hey yeah thats the spirit

Hey disciple walkin talkin born and raised
Ol town Denver City ways
Sometimes I pray on my emotions
From above it I bite my lip

Hey disciple walkin talkin born and raised
Ol town Denver City ways
He′s wound a heavy chain round his shoulders This a way
Sometimes I pray on my emotions
From above it I bite my lip