irr. app. (ext.) - The Famine Road [2008 version] | Текст песни

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Stone upon stone for mile after mile
Monuments raised to the treacherous soil
Just meaningless lines drawn in hopeless times
Like a tongue licking dust from the bottom of a bowl.

Cold sun bleeds through in the midst of the flood
Revealing the hound's ears, swollen with blood
We toil in vain for our long-sleeping god
'Til we are rendered ourselves into gravel and mud.

Day follows day while our skins grow slack
The rains never cease and the crops turn black
No chance to pretend, in this world without end,
that the legions of famine will ever fall back.

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