Broken bone and scar tissue litters the floor signs of battle Grand as life itself or greater so WE move, we search The hunt in full swing I have the...
Harvest, Harvest, Harvest me I am yours to take Should you desire me I am yours to the end Our paths entwined to the end The ship sails on the ocean...
Alone Among the cold weeks of encroaching winter I lie bleeding Not blood No wound down in my ditch The size of the prison Off to market A prize bull...