
Date of issue: 07.04.2008
Record label: Fistolo
Song language: English
Weapons |
There’s a hole in the wall |
There’s a light down the hall |
There’s a pest in the system |
So we’ll surely see it stall |
There’s a knife in my pouch |
And a hammer in my belt |
There’s a pot on the fire |
So they joy’s yet to be felt |
There’s a home, there’s a well, |
There’s a ringin' of the bell |
So tonight we feast on treasures |
That they could never sell |
Spirit Satan, spirits fly |
Through the windows see the sky |
Where the moon calls out for slumber |
But mischief, joy and might |
So our weapons seem not much to show |
But they don’t kill, they only help us grow |
No, they don’t kill |
We’ve got our weapons, we brew a mighty ale |
The dead are dancing on the graves as drums and fiddles wail |
We’ve our weapons, we bring them to the stones |
The rituals were beyond words of the wedding of earth and soul |
Hey! |
There’s a knock at the door |
And I wonder who it’s for |
You got your walking stick ready |
They’re still at different shores |
With a mind in our heads |
And a heart in our chests |
With the world at our boots |
Our hands hold the rest |
I’ve seen the towers, they build on and up |
I’ve got the mirth already in my cup |
I’ve felt the winds, they try to bottle up and sell |
I’ve walked an earth that they could never kill |
No, we won’t kill |
There’s a hood around my shoulders |
And a banjo in my hands |
As the notes rise like smoke rings |
With thee shall we dance |
This is the flicker through the window |
It is warm in here, it beckons |
Well, outside bites the winter air |
Inside you’ll find our weapons, weapons, weapons, haha |
We’ve got our weapons, we brew a mighty ale |
The dead are dancing on the graves as drums and fiddles wail |
We’ve our weapons, we bring them to the stones |
The rituals were beyond words with the wedding of earth and soul |
Hey! |
So our weapons seem not much to show |
But they don’t kill, they only help us grow |
So our weapons seem not much to show |
But they don’t kill, they only help us grow |
So our weapons seem not much to show |
But they don’t kill, they only help us grow |
So our weapons seem not much to show |
But they don’t kill, they only help us grow |
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