Pillars Of Eternity
Phil Anselmo
Crumbling world falls through my hand
In my mouth taste bitter sand
Grass is burning, pulse is slow
Drip by drip, I backwards grow
Crawl
Fade, fade, I hate
I'll die within my fade
Wine, song, women, birth
This deflowered mother earth
Planting, plowing, how she grieves
Seeds that grow these dying trees
Crawl
Fade, fade, I hate
I'll die within my fade
True
Crawl
Fade, fade, I hate
I'll die within my fade