Backwoods Sessions: My Rising Is Your Fall

歌詞

Cursed be our mother the Earth The harlot would breed no more She took the seed oh many a time Perfected by her firstborn son We kept her on a leash of thorns Made obedient with the sternest of bonds Cursed be our mother the Earth Her veins have run dry Her loins, now barren, ridden of life Her breast has long since withered away We kept her on a leash of thorns Made obedient with the sternest of bonds Yet ever weaker has the bloodline grown And ill spent the seed She kept her silence all these years Until the end