Cours Èt Conquistadors
Taint * Track #7 On The Ruin of Nová Roma
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Cours Èt Conquistadors Lyrics
You can't buy love and you cannot buy me
The courts and conquistadors won't get
Their shackles on me
This neuro-coliseum, it hosts battles
With sun up and thumbs down, and blood on sand
And wine on gown
Lynched and stabbed, daggers drawn from all quarters
Their voracity revealed as drool and sand
They kiss!
A marriage made in Hades (that's hell to you)
I pronounce thee Hell and Hellish, devils!
And I'll tread your road, live on