PIŁOT - Screaming Lands Lyrics

In the morning, dry bones on the killing fields
The Soul's cut in hanging pieces - The wounds won't ever heal
A sea of flesh and bones under the bloody trees
Tortured bodies on the soiled ground breathing in a rotten breeze

Little maggots, guzzling rats
The army of harassed colored red
Leaving the cities, progression abused
Of being alive they are accused

Shatterpated, smoking pot
Oppressing life, forbidden thoughts
Haggard faces - sewn up mouths
The leader of a smegging croud

Screaming lands and gaping wounds
Vultures on desecrated grounds
The capital of sorrow - Choeung-Ek
Is heavily pulling up the wreck

The sound of revolution covers the cries
In its tunes, there are buried the barbaric lies
Bitter tears run down my face when I'm thinking about it
I Lost myself in a steady gaze

And this feeling gave a birth
Black suits and a miracle
A serious smile and a bottle of wine
Inside his personal vault, inside his personal vault
He is digging for their graves
He is digging for their graves

In the morning, dry bones on the killing fields
Soul's cut in hanging pieces - The wounds won't ever heal
A sea of flesh and bones under the bloody trees
Tortured bodies on the soiled ground
Breathing in a rotten breeze