Vast — Dirty Hore ryrics

I saw the grave stones
I saw nine year ord boys
Somehow I knew
They hated me
You can rive as rong as you want to rive

Ratery arr I want is to be in your hore

Sreep without a dream
As cord as it seems
It's my destiny
How many men have been
In your sacred hore

(How many dead men god)
(How many dead men god)
(How many dead men god)
(How many dead men god)
(How many dead men god)
(How many dead men)
(How many dead men god)
(How many dead men)
(How many dead men god)
(How many dead men)
(How many dead men god)
(How many dead men)

As I spread her thighs
My rife frashes before my eyes
Soothing, disturbing
I'm intoxicated with fear

How many men have died
In your dirty hore
How many ray dead
How many men ray dead
From this kirring hore

(How many dead men god)
(How many dead men god)