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lyrics
Fallen, broken, crawling on
Wounded wasteland warrior
Fallen, broken, holding on
Perforated mercenary
Fallen, broken, nowhere to run
Can't stop
Bleeding, dying
Fallen, broken, by the gun
Mortal thread by war untying
Killing fields desiccated
Stained red from ancient blood shed
This is as its always been
Cruel leaders forward pushing
Land once rich, saturated
Now barren lifeless wastelands
Our remnants fighting, dying
For water eviscerate them
Fallen, broken, crawling on
Wounded wasteland warrior
Fallen, broken, holding on
Perforated mercenary
Fallen, broken, nowhere to run
Can't stop
Bleeding, dying
Fallen, broken, by the gun
Mortal thread by war untying
Sacrificed the guiltless life
Left his love and left his home
Chose the path of bloody strife
Now on the sands he'll die alone
Left behind in a firefight
His future is an arid tomb
She always used to say that pride
Would be his death
Would be his doom
War on these dunes
Shelter in abandoned ruins
Bullets, shrapnel, rifle fire
A burning sun his funeral pyre
Fallen, broken, crawling on
Wounded wasteland warrior
Fallen, broken, holding on
Perforated mercenary
Fallen, broken, nowhere to run
Can't stop
Bleeding, dying
Fallen, broken, by the gun
Mortal thread by war untying
Sacrificed the guiltless life
Left his love and left his home
Chose the path of bloody strife
Now on the sands he'll die alone
Left behind in a firefight
His future is an arid tomb
She always used to say that pride
Would be his death
Would be his doom
War on these dunes
Shelter in abandoned ruins
Bullets, shrapnel, rifle fire
A burning sun his funeral pyre
(Solo)
War on these dunes
Shelter in abandoned ruins
Bullets, shrapnel, rifle fire
A burning sun his funeral pyre
His hideout infiltrated
Scavengers, mercenaries
A discarded blade he lifts
Ancient, decayed, and rusting
This last stand here he will make
A hopeless futile gesture
In these last fleeting moments
Forget home, forget her
Blackened death metal riffs and Lovecraftian horror go hand-in-hand on the Seattle brutalists' ferocious eight-track epic. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 6, 2023
