Dew-Scented - Poets Of Dirt dalszöveg

The gone staying by me 
Feeling disease, crying sun 

Soil adorning me, preparing to grow 
Fever, disgust, dear sigh 

Bewatching the truth, morals to break 
Catch soon the breeze, immortals 

And if my tears were only joyful 
I would better rest in silence 
Instead of writing down my claims 
To pleasure such a lonely road 
A sombre tangle to disclose 

The damned poets of dirt 

Lake fulfilled with sand, prayers of lies 
Wishing disease, unholy blue 
Is covering meand our sins 
Forever gone, trapped in life