a Sabbath-influenced hard rocker.
written and performed by Arto Hietala
Copyright: Creative Commons.Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported
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written semi-conscious in hospital bed
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the withered, wasted, wounded
gloom of the land
i throw myself inside your
tar velvet sand
the skin all wretched and torn
the scars are too big to hide
and I know the worms return to creep inside
they return to creep inside me
come watch me slowly turning
to someone else
and study page after page
what the doctrines tell
A child's call in the distance
wish you could read my mind
where I know the worms return to creep inside
they return to creep inside me
worms
lay over, little lamb of love
lay over for your kind
is buried in this desert land
deep in it's rotten soil
Our love will fly away to
magnet starfield trap
though I know the worms return to creep inside me
they return to creep inside me
worms
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