The Lords of the Senses were coming up
Typical side road it was fast and cold
It was fast and cold on a day of old
Georgioso coming down!
Had to move had to move
No respect for GB no respect
For the lonesome cove no respect
Laughing you go fast and cold
You go on your roads censoring yourself
Embracing your curtailment
The judge of your soul, God
We appreciate him in twelve years of repast

For twelve years in fast
For twelve years in fast
For twelve years in fast
For twelve years in fast respects
Going around reverberating
In eldritch and neon in Georgioso's realm
The god and the dashed damned
In the words ofaaa in twelve years
Do you take and set up in some cove
Location in Whitby engländer Schweinhund
Why are you here? Why are you here?
Why are you here?

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Writer(s): Eleni Poulou, Mark Smith, Tim Presley