The sun had stooped quite low As men came up the rivers flow The sound of thunder up the hill Barking hounds have found the trail Fast rain has come to wet the smell Drawing creatures from restless slumber The wisps of dust have turned to mud Sweetly sounding off from buds Scent of death looms ahead Killers wait in contentious dread Bark of hound in perfect step Hiding places must be steep Doom has come to place your fate Men in blue that bring the hate Take it back to lock it up Find the pieces of what you mean Time endless in the pyre Watch out, lightning fire Stare at illumination, scream Where red tide streams, air is green Gusting wind blows the hat Off the head of sin The sun breaks out form the clouds The rhythm of land has returned again
Fuckin' A dude, makes me think about how I came up with the a song title "out on bail", and sure enough, muthafuckin steevo comes out with a retarded video by the same name. Fuck that scatty flakey shit man. Pretty good write.
I read it again and was wondering if the line "Hiding places must be steep" might read better if it were "Hiding places must be kept" Just a thought.
