So We Pray

Steve Kilbey/Gareth Koch

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Lyrics (unofficial)

A company from the north
March on tired heels
Mires and fires and ambushes
Pushing through the fields
Birds of ill omen fill the air
You can feel the presence of some devil
Working there
So we pray
So we pray
So we pray

The arrows of the prince of love
Soaked tip with death
I can feel him loose at me
Whatever of me's left
So we pray
So we pray
So we pray

Terror of the jungle
Horror of the plain
Hammer of the enemy
Comin' down again
So we pray
So we pray
So we pray

Once I knew the goddess who
Grants her worshippers luck
She took me to the temple
She rode me like a buck
So we pray
So we pray
So we pray
So we pray
So we pray

So we pray