Weapons Songtext

There's a home, there's a well,
There's a ringin' of the bell
So tonight we feast on treasures
That they could never sell

Spirit Satan, spirits fly
Through the windows see the sky
Where the moon calls out for slumber
But mischief, joy and might

So our weapons seem not much to show
But they don't kill, they only help us grow
No, they don't kill

We've got our weapons, we brew a mighty ale
The dead are dancing on the graves as drums and fiddles wail
We've our weapons, we bring them to the stones
The rituals were beyond words of the wedding of earth and soul

Hey!
There's a knock at the door
And I wonder who it's for
You got your walking stick ready
They're still at different shores

With a mind in our heads
And a heart in our chests
With the world at our boots
Our hands hold the rest

I've seen the towers, they build on and up
I've got the mirth already in my cup
I've felt the winds, they try to bottle up and sell
I've walked an earth that they could never kill
No, we won't kill

There's a hood around my shoulders
And a banjo in my hands
As the notes rise like smoke rings
With thee shall we dance

This is the flicker through the window
It is warm in here, it beckons
Well, outside bites the winter air
Inside you'll find our weapons, weapons, weapons, haha

We've got our weapons, we brew a mighty ale
The dead are dancing on the graves as drums and fiddles wail
We've our weapons, we bring them to the stones
The rituals were beyond words with the wedding of earth and soul

Hey!

So our weapons seem not much to show
But they don't kill, they only help us grow
So our weapons seem not much to show
But they don't kill, they only help us grow

So our weapons seem not much to show
But they don't kill, they only help us grow
So our weapons seem not much to show
But they don't kill, they only help us grow