The Cult - White Lyrics
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What Are The Lyrics For White By The Cult?
White
Shining Shining brightly Pure crystal snow White Oh virgin Shining brightly Snow is crystal the fire is cold I sit back watch the sun turn gold In the morning love is healing Warm the frost deep in my bones The hunter sits on a pure white stallion A hawk in flight bow in his hand A deer approaches at the end of the forest The arrow flies blood on the snow Snow is crystal Love is pure I look out see a hawk in flight The forest awaits me I reel back watch the sun turn to gold Earth in the mother Said white Sure crystal clear virgin white Wilderness lost to us Wilderness we reach out Wilderness we must embrace you once more Shining brightly snow is pure When the barbarians approach on the frontiers Of a civilization it is a sign of crisis in That civilization when the barbarians come Not with weapons of war but songs and Icons of peace it is a sign of crisis is one Of a spiritual nature that a spiritual nature We have forgotten our spiritual nature 'Cause we are wrapped up in too much shit All day all night White Kiss the earth I said mother said white Earth motherfucker said white White white Shining shining bright Shining shining brightly earth mother Pure cool crystal virgin White Natural earth mother white The snow virgin crystal white City draggin' me down that's grey Life is grey Got to get the rhythm Don't tell me what I'm feelin' White white funky white |
Who Wrote White By The Cult?
Ian Robert Astbury, William Henry Duffy
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What's The Duration Of The White By The Cult?The duration of White is 7:56 minutes and seconds. |
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