(La nuit du chasseur). . I was born of the womb of a poisonous spell. Beaten and broken and chased from the lair. But I rise up above it, high up above it and see.
I was born of the womb of a poisonous man. Beaten and broken and chased from the land. But I rise up above it, high up above it and see. . I was hung from the tree made of tongues of the weak.
I was born of the womb of a poisonous spell. Beaten and broken and chased from the land. But I rise up above it, high up above it and see. I was hung from the tree made of tongues of the weak.