Doxato

from Further by Voyage In Coma

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Bodies piled high
In the well

Rags wrap feet
Frost bit hard

They ate our harvest
Burned our town
We watched
As our stomachs churned

Shoving sheets into the tank treads
We kept fighting from the hills
We sliced their throats

Time sleeps when guns wake
The story my Grandfather would tell

Bodies piled high
In the well

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from Further, released August 3, 2013

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