Текст песни Burial/Spirit in the Sky - Fyrce Muons

The night falling down
Our failing dream
Ever the single wedge falling down the sacred purge
Ever to end our fading race
Choking death disease
Discomfort check in here please
The mother always buries men
Forming a line for nature's dust
Dig it deep we do
Create the funnels and the tunnels that drive us

Send us to lands without scars
Flee from the heat like insects
Pray the forces of the tide of the night
The mother fight
You haven't felt the mother's fire
Into the sand