Lyrics Hands Of The Spirits - Fyrce Muons

Get your finger on the trigger
Get your mind in their hair
Concentrate on all the pages
It's such a crime it's a bitch
Speak

Get your hands on the spirits
Take an axe from the counter
Take the mace from off the chair

You be rough
You be gruff
Beat it Christ
You don't have a chance there my mate
You have to take it around the back you see
Brazen?
I don't know what you mean
Speak

I came here my grave site
I don't know what you mean
Beat beat flat and bald impatient yet
You know this isn't there
It hasn't seen the gold that the carrion saved
What is now god
It's all up to you
Speak

Get your hands on the spirits
Take an axe from the counter
Take the mace from off the chair
Face the enemy of mourning
Face the enemy of day

What is now god
It's all up to you
What is now god