Текст песни Morrow [UK] - Fugue Plague

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Drone dust malignancy Jaundice the sun for me Abrasive and bruised By the deafening hum Sloth sank its gums into me Standing water stagnant Drawn from our pawl By the fumes of the dead Long has the sun Fiery incarnate Been furious with us Unfurl its molten girth Scalding the land in Pyromaniac Ill tempered tantrums We favoured its torment, Begged acquiescence It sneered at our whimper Admonished us all And lashed at our skin In acrimony With carcinogen cinder Forgive our behaviour Living in infamy, A blasphemy Scorched every artery Beseech me oh lord! Every bridge, helping hand Has withered and died! We’ve raised high the symbols Of scoundrels and hedonists Revel and gloat in Our squandered inheritance Scratching this living Has made us all mean Rat eaten songs Of the great unclean The livid insensitive A world enamoured in filth Fawn in the memories, Parched mouths salivate Stomachs speak louder Than words ever fed Blood oils and fuels this Particular industry; Our bodies like flasks of wine You’re only as good as How low you scan stoop and The toiling your’e able to Throats will be quenched And lips you will feed With your pound of flesh When knees buckle under you! The desert resisted us, Silicate betrayer Turncoat deserter Whose side are you on? With spite spittle ridden teeth A trillion strong Carved at its skin! We've gorged on its severed neck, We’ll drink you dry! Hateful and full of it We’ve stake our claim! The mineral seams And aquifer drained! We revelled in our misery, Drunk on our gluttony Danced forlornly In coagulate mud The blood of our own Became the saving atrocity To breed and digest Our finest depravity The sun shakes it head, Wipes a plasma beat brow And burns bright to rid Of all we’ve defiled For this earth has given All that it can So we spread out our hands There were once kings, Whose reign was ordained By gods long committed To rot in their graves Beside channels of tar That snakes reach elaborate Their runes are emblazoned Abreast arrows aimed north North is the forest, The line we daren’t cross The cleaved land was Betrothed to faces unseen Yet why should we languish In the sun storms vexations When surely the forests Meed is far richer? Now stand the men in their hundreds The hilt of each line a severed neck slumps Each marks their face with the sanguineous A mark to strike fear, mark in blood North to the hem of the world March, march Marks the conquering March, march Beyond grating storms March, march Of heat and of dust City of Gristle Spill out your guts Cadaver cavalry Expel, advance Red raw, sun sore, carcinoma pawns Served on a platter to our solar crown There in the cradle of eden betrayed Green hides a sorcery just out of reach Ripe for the harvest, there for the taking To quell our great need All will grovel, will take the knee They will surrender, accept they are bettered To our endeavour, a glorious fate They will surrender! Blasphemy in aggregate Bodies of insolents Dare to withstand us Against better judgment For the law of baked earth Was once a slurry Cracked in submission To furious suns Surrender, surrender, surrender!

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