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Arise O compatriot
Nigerians call obey
To serve our fatherland
With love strength and faith
The labour of our heroes past
Shall never be in vain
O

Verse 1:
Still digging,
Whilst climbing out the hole,
Pain remains frozen,
Like crying in the snow,
Oh,
You try and then you rOll,
They say they'll

Verse 1:
Still digging,
Whilst climbing out the hole,
Pain remains frozen,
Like crying in the snow,
Oh,
You try and then you rOll,
They say they'll

heart until
I breath my last breath

Let's go, I told myself I'd never quit
But sometimes I feel like the
Pain ain't worth this
And I ain't even close

Labour, I can’t imagine the pain
So rate her, the women that keep us sane
My mum carried four boys for
Nine months each and worked
Her whole life to keep us

wanna clap at the bus
The youths now are practically lost
Stacking from what's trapped in the cost
While the factories floss
Third world labour
Little

Answering all the petty questions she's asked
It's worse than the pain my
Shoes are causing me
I don't know how she handles it all
With a smile no less

to the smell of industry
Fuck me, I love the sweat of child labour
Doesn't get sweeter than the numbing pain of indifference
Doesn't get better than the violent

Alot of pain in my soul
Alot of things you don't know
Every time God makes a way
Satan dey for the door
It's like what more can I say
I've been so

partageant le pain
Comme ces vieux chevaux qu'on attelle aux labours
Ils s'étaient rencontrés à la fin d'un amour
Dans le petit bistro, tout le monde attendait

FEED THE GHOST

The Shoes

Chemicals

2015

where dark days are common
I walk through the grounds of sodom 
They say reap we saw the fruits of your labour
But it’s like these laboured fruits are

Burning Time

Substance D

Addictions

1999

Truth is where I come from
Hate from what I've seen
Knowledge is my weapon
Against myself that I defeat

Pain is what I live with
Afraid my god

Vintage Whine

Skyclad

Vintage Whine

1999

sham-pain
I've watched hopes wither on the vine
The fruits of labours toiled in vain
I reap soul-grapes at harvest time.

Anno 1999 - a classic year for