(2005) In The Midst Of Bloodied Soil;
Train Wreck Orchestra
A man, who's soul was put away
to rest that night,awakens
In disguise amongst the words
embedded in the prayers
from his final vows.
Now he lies there
breathless and withering
from remembering that his wounds
of devoured flesh
will heal today
and he will rest.
For all his life
in that he once reigned
but now deceased
he shall be remembered.
I can't help but to think
about how he lived through this.
To end his life
in agony and defeat.
To seize the day
upon the land he once reigned;
now buried within.
Now he lies there
breathless and withering
And now
he lies there breathless
from no memories.
His spirit dies but his blood lives on.
We are his children.
A man, who's soul was put away
to rest that night,awakens
In disguise amongst the words
embedded in the prayers
from his final vows.
Now he lies there
breathless and withering
from remembering
We are his children
We are his life
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