Soil Of The Corpse by Korpiklaani
Calmly I walk in the bone gardens
I listen to the wind of north.
I dig soil with my hands
for the good of the day to come.
Tomorrow I will be back again.
We'll drink a cup and another.
I'll toss soil in your spirits.
You are to taste the might of death.
So I agreed and so will do.
I stayed up nights, heard a sound
from the depths of the dark mind,
from the caches of the horrible song.
Soil of the corpse, I give it to you
I sprinkle it around for you
to get rich, to fall in love.
I take a risk, I check my cards.
As you drink the soil like wine -
crumbs, remnants, the corpse of mine -
you will see the world with new eyes.
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