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to my call
The deal is sealed with my soul

Evoke a demon by its name
c soul exchanged to ease the pain
I leave my old form in the past
I will be free now

heart like Melissa, look
There's terrorist on American soil
Hilarity is just hysterics that's foiled by clarity
And I laugh at the lack of the morals,

on falling
Feeding the soil once more
Death was standing on the hill
Soon to be joined by the procession
Esoteric chants filled the air that night
As the widow

only ever see one
Grow into a tree, but you put your soul in the soil
Boy knows that his lover is older than the leaves that he steps on
They crack under

thunderstorms
I'm enamoured by her aura it's so effortless
Every stride she takes I'm closer to the precipice
Her clothes are the leaves, she blows like

1. The Foggy Dew

As down the glen one Easter morn to a fair city I did ride

Three armed lines of marching men in squadrons passed me by.

No pipe

left horrendous wounds
Prosperity is no more extinction is unbound

A ravished world surrenders avoided by the stars
On rotten soil old battlefields

1. The Foggy Dew

As down the glen one Easter morn to a fair city I did ride

Three armed lines of marching men in squadrons passed me by.

No pipe

Atomic ash falls from the sky
Ruins
Dragged through the mud left to die
Nobody is safe from the blood soil
Blurred propaganda to gain control

Everything is whispering about
The changing
The late spring
The missing days
The turning flowers
The digging
The lighting
The way the soil is caged by stone

211s funding the freak show

Just a wayward teen
Very little means
So his dreams were
Clouded by schemes
Really just lost in a scene

It's was the music

(Turn it up)
If I get the call I tell 'em say no more
World keep actin' cruel so we dont show no love
Chillin' by the pool, yeah we cool (oh lawd)

harmony that preserves all we have 
Awaken once the scales tip into our laps
Burning down our comforting guards
As they dive into ancient soil revealed by

I'm awakened by raindrops, I'm struck by your missing presence
I'm stirred from my dreams by this tumescent and aching need
Your deep misty warmth is

Son of the soil 
I was cursed by the sins
Of Fathers before
Always living in pain
You sent your son to come break 
All the chains
Now I will sing

back down by weeds
Their seeds deemed undesirable, scattered
Planted in infertile soil spoiling any opportunity to exceed what they're perceived to be

Do you think about me
When your by yourself
You're so bad
Like why are you so bad

I'd probably give everything that I have
It's go time if you

a soul or creature survives

Will they from ashes arise?
Or have they reached a afterlife?

As drills bury themselves in soil
Life flashes by like a bolt

tried And true, author finisher, your faith, crafted by the creator, we the master craft
Oh no, recanting or supplanting, planting good seed, good soil

Than planting a bad seed
On fertile soil,
Foiled in turmoil
Already tainted
By the victor's spoil

And history written
By the so-called winners
Who got

Look at the trees by the river
yielding green leaves and ripe fruit,
watered by streams of abundance
in fertile soil taking root.
This is the way

Whats Left?
Death To The Father That Couldn't Feed Me, 
Teach Me That Bats To The Bone Wouldn't Solve My Needs See, 
The Seeds Feed The Soil That

Look at the trees by the river
yielding green leaves and ripe fruit,
watered by streams of abundance
in fertile soil taking root.
This is the way

The Undead Will Feast

Cannibal Corpse

Eaten Back to Life

1990

as the corpses break the soil
Ancient spell breaks the sleep of the dead
The dead a-wake; what the populace is fearing
Panic strikes as the nations run in fear