Stand

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