The Wytches
crest of death
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Crest of death,
The peak,
The last breath,
Seem final at first,
But you know you could learn.
So if you're ever gonna find a way out,
Never gonna find a way out.
Bite the hand that dragged you here,
It might offer the cure,
It might lean on the door.
So if you're ever gonna find a way out,
Never gonna find a way out.
So if you're ever gonna find a way out,
Never gonna find a way out.
- Album:
- All Your Happy Life
- Thunder Lizard’s Reprieve
- Annabel Dream Reader
- Home Recordings
- Thunder Lizard Revisited
- Kitsuné Maison Compilation 15
- Beehive Queen
- Crying Clown
- Into The Torched Twilights Of Mad Men
- Annabel Dram Reader
- Paste Sampler 154
- Burn Out the Bruise
- Wire Frame Mattress
- Beehive Queen/Crying Clown
- Wire Frame Matress
- Gravedweller
- Bad Vibrations Presents: Live At Bad Vibes #1
- Robe For Juda
- Alcopopular 6: Highway to the Velodrome
- Rough Trade Shops - HEAVENLY 25