hand . And I fell in love with you . And Scandinavia I kiss the soil . I hug the soil . I eat the soil . And I praise the God who made you Stab me in your own time in Scandinavia . Unprotesting
am just a man. Standing 5 foot 10 doing the best I can. And I've lived long enough to see. You will never be craving me. Chorus. Oh, I watched her go. After she planted her love in the top soil. And
. Good God, let me give you my life. No masters or kings when the ritual begins. There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin. In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene. Only then I am human
I am the sin of man. . I. So just let me out. . I'll be back again. . I see through the cracks. . To pollute the soil in which you stand. . I contaminate what you grow. . To be inside of
Forgotten tomb hill. Unnamed graves. No light can reach there. Memories fade away Only frozen soil. And eternal wind. Remember the sacrifice. Of those who are now buried in time A Dauntless
All the people I knew. Seem to have become one. And that one is you In your hands. I find myself growing. To be near my eternal goal. You are the sun, air and soil. Helping grow Life has found