DEMO I - "Folklore"

The swell of valley air Snow crested monoliths The flesh of an heir The breath you cannot breathe The dread of waking up each day The summer heat The long nights far from home All my bloodline bears the same weight Of feasting on the harvest Of the devil coursing through our home There is no fire Strong enough To keep me warm I saw the plague Ravage through the throat of the wind Each day that passes The fear grows and grows Until there's just cold And the days just pass The swell of valley air Snow crested monoliths The flesh of an heir The breath you cannot breathe

Long days Melting sun By the sweat of your brow We'll get by as our home, our bodies, are torn limb from limb Coursing through our blood is a life you'll never know And we'll make sure it stays the way These people; they live and die To sing the praises of the home they know These fingers are calloused Our bodies are broken But we'll get by I know To the music of our suffering The outside never peers within They don't know the magic in these hills The sweat The blood The love The guilt The stars The moon The wolves The will

Born prey Fall behind I see the devil in his eyes Your prayer makes you prey and keeps you blind I can't help you are you're bleeding fucking dry It seems I can't help you to see through all the lies Wool Eyes Burned Ache Earn Sin Pray Die Die The invasion of solace on Sundays Preying on all the horrid ways you've ached The camel meets the needle while your hands peel from the blisters When was the last time the help you asked for was delivered Never You never from God You never felt relief I only watched you cry This pain will follow me until I die