Seventh Swamphony
This is the start but where is the ending?
Do we have shut Means to pretend?
Creation shouting praise for the keeper
Glory to the son of a man
The shovel has let our mother's blood
Ingredient of life has been peeled off
Slowly the land withers away
Disappears into thin air
I'm standing at the age of the blackened swamp
I can not hear the crane's horn or the black grouse bowline
The treadmill Rotates
But only in one direction
In the shade of the plans
The contractor smiles
Seventh Swamphony
Mother's tears have dried
Deadly way to live
Work has been done
Wounded country full of ditches
Excavated upsidedown
Every day he keeps on rooting
Glory to the son of a man
Glory to the Son of a Man who inherited the land
I'm standing at the age of the blackened swamp
I can not hear the crane's horn or the black grouse bowline
The treadmill Rotates
But only in one direction
In the shade of the plans
The contractor smiles
Seventh Swamphony
Mother's tears have dried
Deadly way to live
Work has been done
Glory to the Son of a Man who inherited the land