No Respects Rev. - The Fall

The Lords of the Senses

Were coming up

Typical side road

It was fast and cold

It was fast and cold

On a day of old

Georgioso

Coming down!

Had to move

Had to move

No respect for G.B.

No respect

For the lonesome cove

No respect

Laughing you go

Fast and cold

You go on your roads

Censoring yourself

Embracing your curtailment

The judge of your soul, God

We appreciate him

In twelve years of repast

For twelve years in fast

For twelve years in fast

For twelve years in fast

For twelve years in fast

Respects

Going around

Reverberating

In eldritch and neon

In Georgioso’s realm

The god and the dashed

Damned

In the words of… aaa…

In twelve years

Do you take

And set up in some cove

Location in Whitby

Engländer Schweinhund

Why are you here?

Why are you here?

Why are you here?