Glance at the fields they glisten with muck
Bewildered by they earth
Frolic with fright dancing with panic
Walk along the burnt trees
Kicking the leaves abstractions from its furry
The mother has grown quite perverse
Scaling the mountain but finding no solace
Look at what we've done to ourselves
Swimming in seas sickened by grief
Vengeance from above
Gardens go miles covered in bile
We did this to ourselves
Kicking the leaves abstractions from its furry
The mother has grown quite perverse
Scaling the mountain but finding no solace
Look at what we've done to ourselves
Kicking the leaves abstractions from its furry
The mother has grown quite perverse
Scaling the mountain but finding no solace
Look at what we've done to ourselves
Vera's Son - Walking Along the Burnt Trees Lyrics
Vera's Son - Walking Along the Burnt Trees Lyrics
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Glance at the fields they glisten with muck
Bewildered by they earth
Frolic with fright dancing with panic
Walk along the burnt trees
Kicking the leaves abstractions from its furry
The mother has grown quite perverse
Scaling the mountain but finding no solace
Look at what we've done to ourselves
Swimming in seas sickened by grief
Vengeance from above
Gardens go miles covered in bile
We did this to ourselves
Kicking the leaves abstractions from its furry
The mother has grown quite perverse
Scaling the mountain but finding no solace
Look at what we've done to ourselves
Kicking the leaves abstractions from its furry
The mother has grown quite perverse
Scaling the mountain but finding no solace
Look at what we've done to ourselves
Bewildered by they earth
Frolic with fright dancing with panic
Walk along the burnt trees
Kicking the leaves abstractions from its furry
The mother has grown quite perverse
Scaling the mountain but finding no solace
Look at what we've done to ourselves
Swimming in seas sickened by grief
Vengeance from above
Gardens go miles covered in bile
We did this to ourselves
Kicking the leaves abstractions from its furry
The mother has grown quite perverse
Scaling the mountain but finding no solace
Look at what we've done to ourselves
Kicking the leaves abstractions from its furry
The mother has grown quite perverse
Scaling the mountain but finding no solace
Look at what we've done to ourselves
Writer: Don Dreste
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