CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Kingscorpse
A stunted world
Of empty fields
A yield under hunger
That refuses it's maker
Scarred callous old hands
Dig for roots
And minds decaying
Dream of fertile loam
And cliffs of ruby
A fever dream of lies
Where we dance
On acres of jewels
And our skin ripens
Under the warmth
Of the opulent sun
Of empty fields
A yield under hunger
That refuses it's maker
Scarred callous old hands
Dig for roots
And minds decaying
Dream of fertile loam
And cliffs of ruby
A fever dream of lies
Where we dance
On acres of jewels
And our skin ripens
Under the warmth
Of the opulent sun
