Shakhan - Worship At Our Temple текст песни

Mark has rattled that little bone in my head blowing strong she's right on sweet NZ runnning around getting our stuff together
Single wing that flys with out a single feather
Meeting a the paddock like perfect no drugs in me but I feel like an addict

Patches of rock that are sticking out like mange no scabe dog she's the beautiflly Paeroa range
Deer and boar they have a home on her true her top scapes then it just cuts into the blue
Also looks like a giant pushed dirt over a grave not sure if I'm fool hardy or brave

Dust is spiralling from the car like a vapour trail soon so quiet slip throught the air under a sail
At take off there is always a saftey check who wants to break and then spiral into the deck

Standing there I feel the glory of a thermal We have come to worship at our temple