Laulunsanoja:
Spirit Of The West Dark House

The lighthouse winks across the water blue white streamers a beacon of light standing empty, whitewashed tower where progress and man pass like ships

a city on a hill, I see the only way to be filled, mighty rushing wind around us, Holy Spirit burn within us. [Chorus:] Burn. Burn. Burn. Within us, within us. Spirit

of Atlantis Punch you, and bust your fucking bandages I came from the dark city of Los Angeles Actually, a city built under Jack Sprat, dark monarch