Swamp piosenki

Grind your teeth to the bone on the bit of aggression When kings have crumbled at the feet of their own nations 

Lies! O victimless reapers; Weave in to night their cunning and sick illusion of Christ. Dire! O visionless dreamers; Blinded and sleepless. Anxious anticipation; And when death takes you, You’ll wish that life had been more precious (to you, wo...

Row Row Row Draw them out with their pagan dread Tie the noose around the maidenhead And leave them dead Row Row Row Row Row Row Crucified to the helm of a wicked ship Bring us your daughters Cast off your holy bonds We are th...

Go take your medication. This is the last great American movement. Peace and love are dead, rebellion has been quelled. All that’s left is the dead rotting carcass of American culture Left out in the sun to wither. Soaked in acid, wrapped in fuzz,...

Swamp sickness runs its course through these severed veins–– Spewing sick across the forest floor Feeding weeds and growing trees amongst those other wicked things. This crooked nail will be the last in your coffin. The hammer drops and silence falls (e...

Barbed wire and fading signs line roads through foggy mire unkind To rusted shacks engulfed by vine, Bred by sludge, forgot in time. Bayou people peer through mossy blinds Waiting patiently for prey. In wicked ground tangled locks of weed, Bleed...