LANDMINE MARATHON LYRICS

1. Three Snake Leaves

Poor sons and fathers
Burdening one another
With compassion felt by few
Kings of plenty take their lives
With wars of the dying youth
Comrades falling piling high
As they lay in ruins
Bury me alive
Deep inside a tomb
Carry out your life
Dying by her side
Snakes of three
The son stands alone
In the empire having nothing left to lose
Daughters wives become the bribes
And then he faces the awful truth
And then he faces the awful truth
I am buried alive with his bride
Out of the grey stones
These snakes will eat leaves of life
One by one they come through breathing life
Hunger creeps on him yet he never yields
Ignorant and young a son cuts eyes to tail
Death in hand
Death in time
Death of flesh but not of mind

2. Cutting Flesh And Bone

Traveling worlds and passing nights
From whence you came
Surgeons that cut flesh and bone
But cause no pain
Where gouging eyes
And severing hands
Make canvases for three
For when the morning comes
These wounds do heal
Three bottles on a servant's plate
Three bottles on a servant's plate
Filled with hands, eyes and heart
But servant and soldier
Have soiled hearts
And ill luck comes creeping in
Miserable girl what shall you do
Three bottles gone
A sinning hand
A swine heart
And two sly eyes
When morning comes the wounds do heal
One man runs to where the dirt is deepest
Face down and exposed
The other's hands that twitch like a thief
And eyes blinded by the night
Setting fire wrongs the right
Now beg for your bodies back

3. Knife From My Sleeve

We are the dogs, beaten without any remorse
Skies fill wells with songs of sorrow
Drink from them and become the beast
Dying mothers will leave behind
A filth unlike any other
Father favours his second life
Filthy beasts are left behind
Last cradled by her dead hands
Your wretched flesh must be unborn
Knife from my sleeve
Lying children chained and bare
Like a pack of wild dogs
Do our children burn like trees
Their many tears become the leaves
Change your human form
Hunted like the filth you are
Now open palms to dagger's touch
Fill the basins with unborn flesh
Tie my bones to the trees and weep red
There a creature carrying spines and black eyes
He's only given a bed to die in
He is without a soul
And returns to a place of exile
His skin will be hacked by his own hand
He is a son without a father
The son burns like a tree
And is given no name
I will weep beneath his bones
You killed this child without remorse
So now kill me

4. Liver And Lungs

Pale with envy and in throne
Blood boils between each cheek
Turning time and life two ends will meet
Mirrors and men trade life for a lie
A black frame surrounds her face
Yielding her fair barren skin
Once again she weeps
And once again he shows
Her naked body lying in the earth
The hunter's kill is innocent
Lungs and liver are removed
This slender body is vacant
But still with a beating heart
Having blood lust and dagger's hands
Casts him to the end of time
Then he shows her how to die
Left barren inside the earth
He whispers one last time
Leaving in her mind
You are less than you
Have ever been and will never be
Dying awake slows only heart's hammer
Each cut unlike any other
Easy to take each dagger's hand
And sever deep into the snow
Melting into her bones
What was once a hunter's prey
Now resides inside himself
Brawn grip will not release her
For sovereign mother sets tables
Too long for just one feast

5. Dead Horses

Some will say the horses are all dead
Each horse dead in its tracks
Their insides filled with black tar
Bloated bellies filled with your teeth
Exiled son
Your neck in blood
The colour of maggots under your bed
Knees bent in and skin unwrapped
Stake in each eye a symbol of self-hate
If you leave now this day will pass
Stories by the fire light
Will make his flesh creep
An idiot for a son that shudders in fear
Abandoned for murders in haste
Churchyards draw him near
A sexton comes on pillars of white
Dead from falls in churchyard streets
Waiting the wife will weep
Cast out at the dawn of day
Do not speak of your father
You are unwanted
And you should die
Do not speak of your future
You will have none
And you should die
Only sleep under the trees hanging with the youth
Soon your neck will bleed
Steal the bottom of their soles

6. Cloaked In Red

It is still inside and the curtains are all drawn
Cloaked in red to hide there will be no dawn
This fair child shadowed by a rabid dog
Day and night it salivates at heel wits far gone
Minutes never rest hours turn to weeks
What life is this what sight is this
Her nimble fingers skin a cat alive
Shuddering at the sight but with no remorse
She rips and tears precious meat the body squeals
Still twitching and blinking still there
Grandmother of old tells us keep cupboards closed
Filling pantries with worship and divine
Not rotting companions we cry for in our sleep
Still twitching, still blinking, still there
Twenty hands long and mouth open wide
Needles drag across his skin in the night
Fear is not a part of her
Shame for what's to come
Knife in hand dripping and unclean
Resting an arm on a foul wood plank
She begins back and forth
The dull blade takes hours to reach bone
No tears no noise
This is the offering
With heavy breath
Shadows become eyes
No tears no noise
I give a part of me

7. Beaten And Left Behind

God will never answer or take a gentle hand
Upon your final eye she rescues only men
His presence may be begged on every broken knee
But god will never save the innocent or free
Cut off the top of their heads
Cut off the bottom of their feet
Spilling the blood of your sisters
Grin as they die from deceit
Right and loving girl
Wear this scum around your neck
To cover sin and sadness as they break their bread
Gluttony pays in silken rags
Greed tempts the chaste eyes
Hearth ashes graze the skin and sleep
Burning the past and letting it die
Your god is dead
Two sisters summon for creature
To lay and wash their soiled beds
Heavy toils it endures
Lashes she procures from man
Eating scum of man
Teeth drag
Scraping faeces and ingesting entrails
Scraping faeces and ingesting entrails
Deserving a time filled with only carnage
Grinning false brides battered corpses
Fit into coffins five hands long
Desperate women sacrifice layers
Of silken skin to wear
Toes plucked like berries releasing crimson juice
Lust for a carving wicked of plenty
Swoop down and pluck out each eye
Claw a cross on to their chests
God left us beaten and blind

8. Morbidity

Hunted in starvation with extinction slicing at the heel
One long raven braid takes several days to burn
Scalps are covered in boils
Echo the sight of a festering sun
Infested oneself with ivory maggots
Rage takes over dismembered bodies
Begin to pile against the stone
Like rag dolls torn into pieces
Two children are left in the cold night's air
Their lips crack open
Skin of the earth begins to bleed
Trembling as they rot in fear
Stalking them are pretty shadows
Singing a lifeless note with each breath
Scaling with morbidity
Claws grasping at the broken branch
No tracks to cover last moment of sanity
An abscess burrows deep inside of reason
She clasps his hand while eyes roll
Into another shattered film
He roots out his own bones
As a sacrifice stricken adversary
Coiling over harvesting eyes
Upon the laden martyrs with morbidity
Mourning each extremity like a broken branch
Offering a sacrifice is insignificant
In this realm of agony







LANDMINE MARATHON LYRICS