Sons of Alba - Lion Tyrant Lyrics

Don't say it, don't see it
Don't worry it's yours anyway
Talk in whispers, walk in shadows
Whisper quiet, louder than a shout
Walk in slowly, crawl in blindly
Change your colours, blend in with the crowd
Blend in with the crowd
Don't say it, don't see it
Don't worry it's yours anyway
Talk in whispers, walk in shadows
Whisper quiet, louder than a shout
Than a shout
It's underhand; it's over your head
There's things that you don't understand
It's all take, take, take, make, make, make
Can't you see that sleight of hand
The sleight of hand
Don't say it, don't see it
Don't worry it's not yours anyway
Talk in whispers, walk in shadows
Whisper quiet, louder than a shout
Walk in slowly, crawl in blindly
Change your colours, blend in with the crowd
Shout it out loud