Crawl - The Sermons And Dreams Of John Duncan Thunstall

Woe to you oh gods of land and sea

Predicted is my way of sordid myth

I count my sins in books of wrath and awe

For you and me we are the same within

We know the world we live in here is small

Our house is just a shed upon the shore

Where oceans meet our tiny crust of land

And trash upon it, wash away the sand

The Heaten and the Devil's Guard will join

To stand upon the distant fields of dream

And forth he comes the Alien King of dust

Of silence, drought and everlasting sleep

And Though we're old and withered nowadays

Once we were like wolves and bred like kings

Human to the bone

Good and bad alike

Forth they come, the legions blind with trust

Machines of deed with purity for fuel

Hollow hearts and faces cloaked in white

December minds in glory cold as ice

And the best of us will always fail and fall

For though our hearts are bold our flesh is weak

And the last of all the beasts of blind belief

Will worm and spread and outgrow all below

And

Crawl through the lands

Crawl. Crawl.

Crawl through the lands

Human to the bone

Good and bad alike