Letra de Seventh Swamphony
This is the start but where is the ending? Do we still have means to pretend? Creation shouting praise for the keeper Glory to the son of a manThe shovel has let our Mother's blood Ingredient of life has been peeled off Slowly the land withers away Disappears into thin airI'm standing at the age of the blackened swamp I can't hear the crane's horn or the black grouse bowline The treadmill rotates But only in one direction In the shade of the plant The contractor smilesMother's tears have dried Deadly way to live Work has been doneMother's tears have dried Deadly way to live Work has been doneWounded land full of ditches Excavated upside down Every day he keeps on rooting Glory to the son of a manGlory to the Son of a Man who inherited the land Glory to the Son of a Man who inherited the landI'm standing at the age of the blackened swamp I can't hear the crane's horn or the black grouse bowline The treadmill rotates But only in one direction In the shade of the plant The contractor smilesMother's tears have dried Deadly way to live Work has been doneMother's tears have dried Deadly way to live Work has been doneGlory to the Son of a Man who inherited the land Glory to the Son of a Man who inherited the land