The Wormwoods

Spark a dark sun power way beyond us
Breaking the 3rd seal to rage in the winds
Bitter taste of worms we must contain the breach
Liquidation of hero's sent to a swift demise

Let me sleep in the shadow of the red trees
Feeling weak from my work and duty
Dreams of melting ghosts and empty citys
A land like curses drifting never to awake

Dropping like flies to contain the horror
Burning into us this land is death incarnate
Pierce the face like needles burning lead
Throwing bodies at the exclusion zone

Let me sleep in the shadow of the red trees
Feeling weak from my work and duty
Dreams of melting ghosts and empty citys
A land like curses drifting never to awake



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Bloom
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