Bokor - Crawl - The Sermons And Dreams Of John Duncan Thunstall Songtexte
Woe to you oh gods of land and sea
Predicted is my way of sordid myth
I count my sins in books of wrath and awe
For you and me we are the same within
We know the world we live in here is small
Our house is just a shed upon the shore
Where oceans meet our tiny crust of land
And trash upon it, wash away the sand
The Heaten and the Devil's Guard will join
To stand upon the distant fields of dream
And forth he comes the Alien King of dust
Of silence, drought and everlasting sleep
And Though we're old and withered nowadays
Once we were like wolves and bred like kings
Human to the bone
Good and bad alike
Forth they come, the legions blind with trust
Machines of deed with purity for fuel
Hollow hearts and faces cloaked in white
December minds in glory cold as ice
And the best of us will always fail and fall
For though our hearts are bold our flesh is weak
And the last of all the beasts of blind belief
Will worm and spread and outgrow all below
And
Crawl through the lands
Crawl. Crawl.
Crawl through the lands