Name: Trampled Brethren
Duration: 5 min 12 s
Description: Слушайте песню Trampled Brethren - Dälek онлайн с альбома From Filthy Tongue of Gods and Griots в хорошем HiFi качестве с сервисом Звук. Продолжительность песни - 5:12. Год выхода - 2002

From Filthy Tongue of Gods and Griots

Dälek

Spiritual Healing

Speak Volumes

...From Mole Hills

Artichristo

Hold Tight

Heads

Black Smoke Rises

Voices of the Ether

Forever Close My Eyes

Classical Homicide

Trampled Brethren

Unknown

With uncertainty i ink my final thoughts on unlit blocks

Stil at odds with false gods of archaic age.

Angelic face wretched with pain ignites my flame.

Tattered city once brimming with life now sits abandoned

I hand them their empty heads as main coarse to davinci's last supper

Abundant sun pours over ald steel and bricks

I felt my earth shift, contort, and twist.

Lift heavy brow to view what happened to my tiny corner of dirt.

As despair builds thick amongst my people.

From burnt steeples hear distant toll of bells

Ancient tongue swells as one lumbers with prenatal language.

Manage a coarse throaty mumble to convey how this earth crumbles.

I tumble, close to where i've been a million times before

Free to ignore pain which pounds at human temples.

I resemble less of a man and more the dirt i tread on.

As we walk through that mist filled vally

Vulnerable souls tell tales of ill proportions

My travels at an end, light bends to dark

Jagged crossed sticks manhandled as scripture and art

Picture your christ as blond and blue eyed,

As mine resides within confines of empty glass bottle.

Robbed of youth i wobble past society and rest my head on curb of reality,

Mention i once stepped past, now viewed as insane.

Trained human pets scurry to cubical for food pellets.

Next funeral for those who think, cause thoughts are relics.

I smell this viscous odor on each face i meet,

Seems humanity reached peak in 20th century.

My jaded eye strains to see through a smoke-filled room.

Consumed by books which speak of our past

At last begin to piece together our beginnings

Poor feeble shell hoping for so much more

Left entranced by ancient dance of emptiness.

Few are the blessed who feed on truth's breast.

Слушайте песню Trampled Brethren - Dälek онлайн с альбома From Filthy Tongue of Gods and Griots в хорошем HiFi качестве с сервисом Звук. Продолжительность песни - 5:12. Год выхода - 2002

Trampled Brethren

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