Llamia

Llamia

Music and Lyrics by Mat Greaves

Sometimes we grow weary
Of clearing up misconceptions
When we look in mirror
We see ghoulish reflections
Tired of everyone
Telling us what they think we should be
Is it so hard to believe
We want to be called Gypsies?

(Instrumental)

We never start the fight
We never make the war
Yet you continue
To treat us like thieves and whores
Killing my people
Time to end this ridiculous charade
Time for you to realize
What kind of enemies you’ve made

(Chorus 1)
I could just as well chop off your hands
Leave you crying in the quicksand
But there’s something far worse
I have in store for thee
What do you get when you shame a crazy Gypsy
You get LLAMIA! Black goat!
Dragging you to hell
You get LLAMIA! Black goat!
And I wish you well
LLAMIA! Black goat!
I bid you adieu
LLAMIA! Black goat!
Dragging you to hell!

(Instrumental)

Sick of belly dancer’s egotistical shit
Sick of being murdered by the fucking pirates
Sick and tired of constantly being under attack
Did you honestly think that we would not fight back?

Chorus

Well you might have a gun
You might have a sword
But I have demon from the underworld
Three days of torment
I watch your madness grow
Torture and nightmares
And down you go!

(Chorus 2)
I could just as well chop off your hands
Leave you dying in the quicksand
Follow you home and scramble your brains
However I would rather drive you insane
There is something far worse
We have in store for thee
What do you get when you shame a crazy Gypsy