Tekster:
Burial

blood and burial Ten speed of God's blood and burial Ten speed and God's blood and burial Ten speed of God's blood and burial Ten speed and God's blood and burial

Half drowned in these holes We've dug for ourselves How far have these days taken us We rest on the backs Of treaded paths And encircle the ghost Of used

last favo please Oh bury me in an Indian burial ground It shouldn't be too hard for you to see Yes bury me in an Indian burial ground There's a good chance

Old, diseased, and weak forced to break the promise you could never keep. Broken, tired, animal you will never be me. There will be no more always and

are carried away Life, a tribute to the ways of old Death, this is a sky burial Fly to the light her spirit flows Up, this is a sky burial Save and

PREMATURE BURIAL PREMATURE BURIAL I'D RATHER BE DYING TEN TIMES A DAY THAN GOING THROUGH THIS BLOODY MISERY THE ETERNAL FLAME IN THE GARDEN OF THE

The sweltering heat sweeps through the blood, raising internal rage. The escalation of annoyance converts fingers to fists. Ready to smash the moral wall

Victim of anger tied to distance. Where does it come from? Distrust I've stood strong held my head high through constant war. So brutal so violent. So

Awaken ruinous fiend of early generations. Your rotting corpse is restored. Straighten your limbs brush off the dust withered bandages restrain you no