"Blood-covered Earth: (from our Birth to the Grave, Gaia's Eyes Weep Red)" - With Spoken Word

"Your Sword has become Thirsty again; its
Hunger knows no Satiation or Ending; its
 only Desire is to End the Lives of Men,
  among Women Born...

The First-time You swung it and it Struck its
 Mark, your Soul was Imprinted with the
   Stain of that Sons Blood; from now
    and Evermore, in this World and
       into the Next, You'll Wander
         in Vexation and no Rest...

NOAAAHHH RESSSTTT... on Your Heads an
Stamp that's Never Cleansed; it doesn't Die
with You... because in the Regeneration
   You're Still, What Behind You've Left"


Gave it all away to soon, like flowers that to
early bloomed; they grew-up but died in their
haste... what a waste

They've been burned-up through the heat of
life's accursed hard sun; I turned my face away
from their ruin

(tears fell... I'd have used each one of them that
downward ran on them, if I'd known that from
the fucking heat, they'd have been an balm)

Blossomed and burned... in an fucking day

Consumed by the gravity of this earth; their hurts
plentiful and many, my soul for bleeds and feels;
consumed by the intensity of this earth...

blossomed and then burned

(never had an fucking chance to stand and shine...
expendable bodies stamped by the wars of this
world with an expiration date... like an clock, ran
down their time)

The carcasses of our sons, floating face-down
in saturated fields of blood; for to long now
this has gone on; for TOO FUCKING long now
all these goddamned wars... this is the earth's
love; when will it be enough...

Hasn't the war machine been fed

Blood-covered earth from its birth: someone
once said...

"Blood-sacrifice Will Save;" but still, we're all
enslaved; we're ALL LOCKED in these
FUUAAHHKIIINNNGGG CHHAAAIIINNNSSS

From the womb to the grave, this is mans
destiny

(His Birthright; his only right when he's born is to
fight and FUUUAAAHHHKIIINNNGGG DIE);

we've all been born into this Shit; with none exempt...

When we close our eyes, maybe then, we can live

"Valhalla, Hear the Lands Song; such an Overt and
Rueful one; we're Mourning One and All, as this way...

It FAAAHHKKKIIINNNGGG continues on"

"Valhalla this Woeful Song, we'll all Sing until Our Eyes
for the Last Time... Finally Close (finality at last); until
We're to Rest Laid, this We'll Bitterly Learn and oppressively
know

Someone once said...

"Blood Sacrifice will Seal it up; appease the earth...

(Alma Mater... Gaia; I hear Your Heaving Sighs and Feel
Your Bitter Crying)

Bring Peace to Us;"

but still... AAALLLLLLL the blood-shedding has yielded
no FUCKING return

But I, this once read of this blood-covered earth from
its birth...

"Blood-sacrifice Will Save;" but still, we're all enslaved;
we're ALL LOCKED in these...

FUUAAHHKIIINNNGGG CHHAAAIIINNNSSS

From the womb to the grave, this is mans destiny

"Valhalla, Hear the Lands Song; such an Overt and
Rueful one; we're Mourning One and All, as this way...

It FAAAHHKKKIIINNNGGG continues on"

"Valhalla this Woeful Song, we'll all Sing until Our Eyes
for the Last Time... Finally Close (finality at last); until
we're laid to Rest, this we'll Bitterly Learn and oppressively
know

"Blood Sacrifice will Seal it up; appease the earth...

(Alma Mater... Gaia; I Hear Your Heaving Sighs and Feel
Your Bitter Crying)

Bring Peace to Us;"

Until that day though comes...

From the womb to the grave, this is mans destiny; this
is all he'll learn and know


 "Only the Dead have Seen the End of War" - Plato

     "Oh how My Eyes Long for to Close and See
         this Blessed Closure" - Dantalion