Stripped of the power you cowards disgraced
And unlawfully took
Look to the ground, all you vain and proud
Look at the broken shepherd's crook
Priest's head a-rolling with a terrified look
Eyes fixed on a broken shepherd's crook
Priest's head a-rolling with a terrified look
Eyes fixed on a broken shepherd's crook
Dead fingers gripping his little black book
Shame you won't witness the hour of delight
And the triumph of our bloody birthright
There's no time to waste anymore
You're done spreading bad taste
So kneel down and truly experience grace
Priest's head a-rolling with a terrified look
Eyes fixed on a broken shepherd's crook
Priest's head a-rolling with a terrified look
Eyes fixed on a broken shepherd's crook
Dead fingers gripping his little black book
Hadean Cult - The Broken Crook Lyrics
Hadean Cult - The Broken Crook Lyrics
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Stripped of the power you cowards disgraced
And unlawfully took
Look to the ground, all you vain and proud
Look at the broken shepherd's crook
Priest's head a-rolling with a terrified look
Eyes fixed on a broken shepherd's crook
Priest's head a-rolling with a terrified look
Eyes fixed on a broken shepherd's crook
Dead fingers gripping his little black book
Shame you won't witness the hour of delight
And the triumph of our bloody birthright
There's no time to waste anymore
You're done spreading bad taste
So kneel down and truly experience grace
Priest's head a-rolling with a terrified look
Eyes fixed on a broken shepherd's crook
Priest's head a-rolling with a terrified look
Eyes fixed on a broken shepherd's crook
Dead fingers gripping his little black book
And unlawfully took
Look to the ground, all you vain and proud
Look at the broken shepherd's crook
Priest's head a-rolling with a terrified look
Eyes fixed on a broken shepherd's crook
Priest's head a-rolling with a terrified look
Eyes fixed on a broken shepherd's crook
Dead fingers gripping his little black book
Shame you won't witness the hour of delight
And the triumph of our bloody birthright
There's no time to waste anymore
You're done spreading bad taste
So kneel down and truly experience grace
Priest's head a-rolling with a terrified look
Eyes fixed on a broken shepherd's crook
Priest's head a-rolling with a terrified look
Eyes fixed on a broken shepherd's crook
Dead fingers gripping his little black book
Writer: Dejan Inic
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