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I must drag my body through the muck and mireGather branches for it's funeral pyreTwigs I would rather twist into nestsOr whittle wooden wings and flyBut they said, hey oh dig another wellThe water reeks of sulfur and it's red as hellOh oh rip the curbing all away Throw the wood on the funeral pyreI'd call on my lord but he can't help me nowI'd fall on my sword if I only knew how to believe there's nothing aboveOnly absence of breath, of hatred and loveBut it was born into me and if I can't burn it outI'll forge all my swords into blades of a plowAnd toil all my days in those fields of fireAnd I will welcome those flames in a funeral pyreI must drag my body through the muck and mireGather branches for it's funeral pyreTwigs I would rather twist into nestsOr whittle wooden wings and flyBut they said, hey oh dig another wellThe water reeks of sulfur and it's red as hellOh oh rip the curbing all away SongtexteThrow the wood on the funeral pyreWe file down our fangs on the bones of our foesAnd curse their names with blood swollen tonguesWe file down our hearts on the kindness of friendsPick them up and cut them down again Aus Songtexte Mania