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Deaf feet march over fertile soil.

For cruelty is the nature of man,

Where dead hands had to toil.

Barking orders,

Broken Borders,

We shall repay in kind-

In our last and final bind.

Deaf feet march over fertile soil.

For cruelty is the nature of man,

Where dead hands had to toil.

Folk to a slaughter,

Through the bitter and the cold.

Left longing for our kind daughters; 

All we can do is be bold.

Deaf feet march over fertile soil.

For cruelty is the nature of man,

Where dead hands had to toil.

All we know is we are the show,

In the world’s eye 

Left to spiral and die

The wind over the styx will blow

Silent bodies crawl under a dead sky.

Forgetfulness is the nature of our God,

For he can’t say where my soul lie

Under the same god forsaken sky.