Soulgrind - Red River | Текст песни

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It all begins with blood
Whose flesh becomes the Earth
Whose bones the mountains
And whose skull the sky
And so legends begin with pain
The birth, agonies of love

Unlike the god on the book
These earthy entities seem close and tangible
Both in form and spirit

A heathen does not weep for lost Eden
But carves a new garden from the living earth
Seeds it with passions and pain
Feasts on the fruits before Underworld prevails

The Pagan is determined to enjoy the earth
To nourish the future with the blood
Pagan world with wonders and vitality
Anything worth having costs a little pain

Our words rustle on the winds
Our anger falls like thunderbolts
Shattering hearts and thrones alike
Both in form and spirit
Red River Cycle of birth