The land is hazel
You're mighty and able
To wrestle the fever
You don't have to leave her
You'll wrestle the fever
You don't have to leave her
Come home, don't go
The blow, torpedo.
A smoke halo :
The dead will follow
She moves with her friends
They hurt her she lets them
She doesn't feel able
And she's not very stable
She doesn't feel able
And she's not very stable
She doesn't feel able
And she's not very stable
Come home, don't go
The blow, torpedo.
A smoke halo :
The dead will follow
Get up, swallow
Your gloat, your ego.
Your red shadow
Will light inferno