As I touched the soil I felt they taught me to feel And as I watched the sun I saw what they taught me to see And as I smelled the air I smelled what they taught me to smell But as I swallowed the lake I felt nothing for these was nothing they taught me
I don't belong to where I come from With veins like roots reaching no water
I judge myself for being victim I curse them for what they have taught me I blame the gods for not intervening I curse myself for judging the gods
I'm not bound to the hammer I don't need a shepherd What I need is spittle From the serpent
As long as I've pulled my plough upon frozen soil I was tormented by feelings of senselessness But now the the ravens' rise - this is my harvest!!! I see the boiling blood-fountains out of a reawakening earth!
May my muscles be ashes To become one with the soil May my excusing body Fertilize the future groundsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
