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Hello! I'm Lyrkit!

I tried many ways to memorize English words and found the most effective one for me!

We already have all the words of the songs that we have heard throughout our lives in our memory. We simply did not pay attention to them, but we all already hear them!

I noticed that when you learn a new word from a song that you have already heard before, you already know the translation of this word forever and you will never forget it!

I want to share this method with you. So, the scheme is as follows.

We find songs that we have already heard.

We add all unfamiliar words from them.

We pass mini tests of memory games. done

Now that you know a lot of words, you will very quickly come to know the whole language!

I bet you'll be surprised how effective this method is!)

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Shaman's Harvest

Blood Trophies

 

Blood Trophies

(album: Red Hands Black Deeds - 2017)


One more trip up to the lake
Fish are rotting in the sun
I slip the knife into its depths
There's nowhere left for me to run
Federales on my trail
Someone out there knows my face
I can't fight the urge no more
I might as well get me a taste

And you know that idle hands are made for devil's work
And I ain't done nothing well, to keep them from around your throat

With red hands and black deeds
Ain't no flowers left, only weeds
There's an RSVP with the law
Mayhem and me

Now my work is almost done
They'll take my breath but not my deeds
Before they come and dig this grave
They'll see my face in every dream

And you know that idle hands are made for devil's work
I ain't done nothing all day, to keep 'em from around your throat

With red hands and black deeds
Ain't no flowers left, only weeds
There's an RSVP with the law
Mayhem and me

Red hands feed my rage
By the sound of a thousand horns I come and
Black deeds steal my resolve
For I know that it must be done
The trophies sink like a stone, sink like a stone
Driving in the halls of Davy Jones

(And you know)
That idle hands are made for devil's work
And I ain't done nothing all day, to keep 'em from around your throat

With the red hands and black deeds
Ain't no flowers left, only weeds
There's an RSVP with the law, mayhem
RSVP with the law, mayhem and me

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