A Stench of Sage
Lyrics
I am the worm that moves from page to page Reaching for his arm, patched-up stripped sleeve Steel spirals shine from their vests This is madness Pure darkness Burning death-flies and contorted flesh Looking from the line, they mumbled Streams of steam tumble, drifting from our gums A wish for the clouds Pure harsh rain I am the mixed menace I am the half-bred whore They didn't ask for anything but our mothers forest floor
Audio Features
Song Details
- Duration
- 01:04
- Key
- 5
- Tempo
- 93 BPM