Woven hands bending and breaking. Aint no roads lead to home
Light a fire for the gods we´re forsaking. We lick marrow from bone.
Noctivigant spiers and blind folded buyers. Cities built on the sand
Death dealing liars eternal forge pyres. Black seeds sown in this land.
Broken giants coughing and gasping. Build up walls with their bones.
Kill the witch for the curses she’s casting. Beneath the eyes of god we cast stones.
Snake charming father, salt pillar mother. Workers marching in crowds
Strip the flesh leave the scraps for another. Sinners hanging from clouds.
Soldiers build houses of fire. Holy arrows fell down
We all lied down there. Sleeping with snakes. Wondering will we wake up.
Wake up where we lied our heads.
When spring is over and the old gods retire,
soldiers burn bodies, build houses of fire.
When all we are is ghosts out in the corn,
Fifteen thousand golden horns sounding from the coming storm
When fall is over and the old gods shed their skin,
I’ll tear down this house of fire and build it up again.
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fell into Days n' Daze when I was travelling, thanks to some of my road dogs. I don't have that freedom anymore but I feel a piece of it Everytime I listen to their music. love y'all! thefool309
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Comme d'habitude, j'ai bien du mal à choisir une "favorite track" avec ce groupe de Trashgrass qui excelle dans son domaine.
Mais là, j'ai réussi à me décider finalement. XD EklektikTrip
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this album truly feels like a journey. there is a strong atmosphere of transience and solidarity, a feeling of constant change. if you commit yourself to listening through, you will come out a different person. crowskult