Songtexte:
Sons Of The Desert Whatever Comes First

It?s gotten to the point where I don?t care Blessing or curse, I?ll take whatever comes first Whatever comes first, I?ll take whatever comes first Whatever comes first

, and the shrivelled shrill lights trip and laugh over the weeds and the blossoms, and throats open shut and sigh. I am the moon and the sun, the rising and the setting, the first

little children to come unto me. Suffer little children to come unto me. Suffer little children to come unto me. Suffer little children to come unto