DevilDriver - When Summoned Lyrics
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When Summoned
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What Are The Lyrics For When Summoned By DevilDriver?
The blood thirsty, born on the wind
Hellbent, outside looking in Voices that carry on nightly Don't ask, just go in now blindly I'm bloodshot, thrown away goods Venomous, so fucking ruthless A well of anger to be avoided Extended forgiveness and then got bit They call it the breaking point When it comes to faith, this time you've quit You call it the breaking point Stand up against the gates and be counted Counted when summoned Stand up against the gates and be counted Counted when summoned Nothing's ever set in stone Wade through, harvest seeds you've sown It's alright, right as rain And as far as I'm concerned, f*ck the fame I'm bloodshot, thrown away goods Venomous, so fucking ruthless A well of anger to be avoided Extended forgiveness and then got bit They call it the breaking point When it comes to faith, this time you've quit You call it the breaking point Stand up against the gates and be counted Counted when summoned Stand up against the gates and be counted Counted when summoned Climbing, scratching uphill So breathless, lifeless, able still Long live this short life a trouble Long live this short life Long live this short life a trouble Long live, long life, long live, long life |
Who Wrote When Summoned By DevilDriver?
Bradley James Fafara, Jeffrey Kendrick, John Boecklin, Jon Miller, Michael Spreitzer, Bradley Fafara
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What's The Duration Of The When Summoned By DevilDriver?The duration of When Summoned is 3:04 minutes and seconds. |
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