Beyond the red sands
Peace fought for
But never found
The greedy eyes
Of the electrical man
Has come to our lands
Evil men, mechanical dreams
Threatening the natural order
The way of the healer
Will be their death
Lit torch, of the shaman
White hair, cloaked figure
Evil glow, of the Enchanter
Will face, the Crimson Draw
Evil men, mechanical dreams
Threatening the natural order
The way of the healer
Will be their death
Lit torch, of the shaman
White hair, cloaked figure
Evil glow, of the Enchanter
Will face, the Crimson Draw
Can we endure, the way to cure?
What men sought, and what the fought
Who's to say, who won the day?
In the beast's jaw, the flesh is gnawed, It's the Crimson Draw!
Yeah!
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Stereochrist - The Crimson Draw Lyrics
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Beyond the red sands
Peace fought for
But never found
The greedy eyes
Of the electrical man
Has come to our lands
Evil men, mechanical dreams
Threatening the natural order
The way of the healer
Will be their death
Lit torch, of the shaman
White hair, cloaked figure
Evil glow, of the Enchanter
Will face, the Crimson Draw
Evil men, mechanical dreams
Threatening the natural order
The way of the healer
Will be their death
Lit torch, of the shaman
White hair, cloaked figure
Evil glow, of the Enchanter
Will face, the Crimson Draw
Can we endure, the way to cure?
What men sought, and what the fought
Who's to say, who won the day?
In the beast's jaw, the flesh is gnawed, It's the Crimson Draw!
Yeah!
Peace fought for
But never found
The greedy eyes
Of the electrical man
Has come to our lands
Evil men, mechanical dreams
Threatening the natural order
The way of the healer
Will be their death
Lit torch, of the shaman
White hair, cloaked figure
Evil glow, of the Enchanter
Will face, the Crimson Draw
Evil men, mechanical dreams
Threatening the natural order
The way of the healer
Will be their death
Lit torch, of the shaman
White hair, cloaked figure
Evil glow, of the Enchanter
Will face, the Crimson Draw
Can we endure, the way to cure?
What men sought, and what the fought
Who's to say, who won the day?
In the beast's jaw, the flesh is gnawed, It's the Crimson Draw!
Yeah!
Writer: Douglas Gluth
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid