Our hearts will ring hollow in the silence of the clearcut where our hungry ghosts stalk the scalped hills and we'll find no sign on these slopes and fields nor in the fate we have written in the scars of the land
Land-Drinker! your truth is unspoken wretchedly you climb content to gnaw on the bones of your children our lungs to the fumes teeth to the grindstone our eyes splintered in unsleeping light
Oath-Breaker! your hope has unraveled there is a warp in the word that flies from the cleft in your tongue sallow folds of painted rust splint of the bone, wrack of the writ caught in the teeth of the wheel
The earth has burned black beneath our feet yet still beneath the coil of the withered root there is still life in the silenceTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
