Sideboob - The Scorcerers lyrics

A snow field of bones A cross made of thunder The gristle in my mill Is the sound of destruction We are the sorcerers, are the sorcerers, are the sorcerers We are the sorcerers, are the sorcerers, are the sorcerers We are the sorcerers, are the sorcerers, are the sorcerers are the sorcerers are the sorcerers are the sorcerers