Hang Row

Cuddled deep in a country
Far from the virus of faith
Obeying rules of nature
Ignoring advance of decay wealth

Hanged in row
Stiff and dead

Swamped with snow
All as one swing the way
Swing the way that cold wind blows

Not too deep
Not too far
Soon discovered as an hidden star
Enforced religion, needless mate
Now hanged on trees as fruits of hate

Hanged in row
Stiff and dead

Swamped with snow
All as one swing the way
Swing the way that cold wind blows

Fans Of Ourselves
Glory Majesty Whisky
Bounds Of Time
Reason
Lost City Of Bedouins
Hang Row
Wrong Hole
Break The Spell
Würzburger Hofbräu