Oddfellows by Tomahawk Lyrics

Pit vipers
Golden dawn
Old straw nerves
Burning strong

They call us oddfellows
We're dancing on the gallows
Who will judge you tomorrow?

From the hills
Here they come
Cold magic
Please behold

We only know the odd way

We believe, we believe in
We believe, we believe in
We believe, we believe in
We believe, we believe in
We believe, we believe in
We believe, we believe in
We believe, we believe in
We believe, we believe in