Grand Mexican Warlock - The Soaker
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The plants are dried out in the valley of souls
And the gladness is stuck in a huge pitfall
The wind isn’t raving, but I can feel it come
And the black crowes are flying around on tiptoes
I see a big fleecy cloud, it’s getting closer to me
And he wants to be my finest sweetmeat
But he doesn’t know, what I know, about the flavours
He doesn’t know, that I might puke on him

Pull down your disbelief
It’s just the beginning of the tempest
The rain brings the changes
Washes away all the sadness

The spirits who live in this black & white village
They are glancing through the wide horizon
Thousand of horses are running across the field
A flash of lightning is kissing with the rainbow

Pull down your disbelief
It’s just the beginning of the tempest
The rain brings the changes
Washes away all the sadness

See what I see and feel what I feel and
Become the luckiest folk in this tragedy
Imagine a fragment of heavenly hell where
You could have a bath in the lake of eternity