The phoenix, he helped create Out of control boy, without a dad Shot the gun that startled my life While I drove him with a forty five Friends for years
Oh, and I'm feeling directionless, yes But that's to be expected and I know that best In creeps the morning and another day's lost You've just written
refuse and imbibing the cess Overwhelmed by sewage and sickly excess Nostrils rebuked by an olfactory assault Alveoli and ordure forcefully gestalt Uvula encrusted with night-soil
's nice and warm No more blisters from a walkin' plow or chokin' the weedin' hole I just leave the land the way it is and watch good money grow Soil banks
, assemble here Soil's song in your throat Future death in your reach Who's first? Okay False, the dream is over Evacuate, assemble here Soil's song
a fading plastic sun I cry to breathe your odour by my side afraid a tear could fall and dry... a summer a drying fish an aimless frown indifferent words
In the depths of my mind I laid sleeping Well, I had such a dream when I woke I was weeping The vision I saw danced around me And my heart saw the things
[Lyrics by Galder] Trapped in a fire that burns in my soul Like parasites infesting my skin Screaming for vengeance, and vengeance is mine With my faith
This soil is dripping with the blood of angels I can almost touch their hands through the ground My eyes are filled with pride For this land of the dead
Souls of infidel men Is a fertile soul Like dusky forest grow On fallen leaves We draw the essence of mortal weakness Holyness - the worst gift of light
Feel the ground the mourning soil close your eyes and lay confront the passage of time eternity which you cannot betray barter away this haziness down
No longer I was breathing No more bleeding Inside the urn Under a soil and black stone Under a soil and black stone And I was listening And felt no pain
Earth now nourished with milk and with cum celebration of nature is done Come sun and gentle rain our gift is made so that the soil can give birth
the black On a violent soil you fear the men with demon wings You feel the gloom behind the tears of bitter death On a violent soil we dominate the floor
Pressing the megaphone against the apostles open ear Darkness and onanists are in attendance I press a gun against the spectators' temples now And my
Shades are rising above my head Voices whisper a name A coat of ice is covering me A breath of decay drifts away "The soil is your father, don't try
why we are bored beyond belief We came a long way out of nowhere Diggin' the soil Tried to find I don't know what Diggin' the soil Can't remember where
Floating in red again A deepened soil Nothing Empty cup Trade not known Showing promise of a perfect land No regrets for a fallen ground The omen