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With which they were all once filled
Buried in the same complacent soil
On which it was then killed

Tainted, the ground in which your roots would reach

we are the final act
nature is taking its course
the planet fights the human virus another life will trample this soil
the moment is over the end is

Time to Melt

Lard

Power of Lard [EP]

1988

on an AstroTurf plain
Peewee golf balls roll by my face
Golf tees hammered through my feet and my hands
Nailed as an example again

Tied down with fishing line

Break out tonight
And wash away the soil
I couldn't bear it if you hid a thing from me
Fade out to light
And **** this mortal coil
I can't imagine

Break out tonight
And wash away the soil
I couldn't bear it if you hid a thing from me
Fade out to light
And fuck this mortal coil
I can't imagine

Fern and bracken and lichen and moss
The glistening soil
Glittering silver amidst the dross
The cauldron boils
Burnished brass and polished bronze
In

Affecting the cold soil
I'll waiting for something to happen and take a breath

Caught in a fine mesh cage with blackish cloths
Blindfolded pulled by the sled

Feet on the ground beneath the sky
Bound to Earth no wings to fly
Roots run deep in soil and stone
Terran heart this world we own

We chase the stars

Bound by blood to avenge his kin
Stand against the southern king
For freedom of the chieftains, of the northern lands
Vengeance sought in his

I'm still stuck right here
Frozen in time
You cannot beat this evil
It exists in every form
Drifting through this endless nightmare
Engulfed by

Between the soil and worms I rise
And among the darkness I resurrect
My inhabited corpse is cursed
I'm the aberration of an unholy malediction

Lungs filled with soil
Feeling the world around you forget
A useless existence
Flesh mirrors the soul
Rotten down to the bones
Cracking snapping

BUY INTO THcT LIE? WcITING FOR cN EXPLcNcTION LIBERcTE c SOVEREIGN NcTION? SOIL OUR COUNTRY'S REPUTcTION YOU WOULDN'T SEND YOUR FUCKING SON THOUScNDS

Love Is So Rare

Aselin Debison

Sweet Is the Melody

2002

Like a tiny seed firmly in the soil
Nurtured with a love I think so rare
Given room to breathe, given time to see
It's now so clear to me
You were

Chased by the sands of eternity
I carry my dead, breathless will.
Awaiting the rain called to bury me,
I'm crawling down from the hill.

What can

Am I being burned up by the sun?
Or getting choked out by these thorns?
Is my heart a shallow, rocky ground?
I want to see you

When I'm with you

inspired by this soil
So I thank you so much
For the warm hospitality that
You have shown my work, because
It is really yours
And you have allowed me

That brother mine had spent his nights
Bringing back the soil from the dead

Golden hair by my shoulders
I listen to the hammer
Of the gods inside their

Hatfield

Byzantine

Byzantine

Help I've been detained
By these mountains that so poorly raised me
Burned out huffing gasoline 
The redneck that I'm spose to be
Fuck that I'm

From an exasperated intuition
Laying around in the shape of a hound
Whitening soil within my soul
We are all the same
A vain puttered shell of a man

Black dust, carried by a word of hope
Take this seed and plant it in your head

Pain is drawing near
Foretold by echoing laments
Crooked hands

the 

Endless decay 
Killing, purging with no remorse 
All must die 

Countless bodies 
Anguish, bleakness 
Envelop the soil, once so grand 

Behold! This is what

tonight I got me a hot, come on
Now let me talk to ya, girl

For your um, for your information, baby
I'm that winner, you need to go and ask somebody

Waste land
Hidden by lies of gold
An oath to give us water
But all we got was stone
Wasted
A life only given once
To spend it only hurting
Anyone you come