Dead Indian Lyrics
The Great Spirit stays the hand of the Barbarian
Close all your eyes
And open your mind
Vanity real
Evil of the worst kind
I've lived a thousand lives
And what hath god wrought
If nothing is gained
Then nothing is lost
And nothing is gone
And nothing is fine
And nothing is wind
And nothing is time
Stop all the talk
And open your fist
Walk the grey walk
Deep into the abyss
I've lived a thousand lives
And what hath god wrought
If nothing is gained
Then nothing is lost
And nothing is gone
And nothing is fine
And nothing is wind
And nothing is time
And nothing is gone
And nothing is fine
And nothing is wind
And nothing is time
Comments