Landmine Marathon
Three Snake Leaves
Poor sons and fathersBurdening one anotherWith compassion felt by fewKings of plenty take their livesWith wars of the dying youthComrades falling piling highAs they lay in ruinsBury me aliveDeep inside a tombCarry out your lifeDying by her sideSnakes of threeThe son stands aloneIn the empire having nothing left to loseDaughters wives become the bribesAnd then he faces the awful truthAnd then he faces the awful truthI am buried alive with his brideOut of the grey stonesThese snakes will eat leaves of lifeOne by one they come through breathing lifeHunger creeps on him yet he never yieldsIgnorant and young a son cuts eyes to tailDeath in handDeath in timeDeath of flesh but not of mind
From Letras Mania