Soilbleed

“Reaching forward, through the dark”

“Dead, marching forward, much colder than the cud”

“Reaching forward, through the dark”

“Spreading the soilbleed, no return when you’re marked”

“Contorted spirit”

“Distorted creed”

“You know that your time has come”

“When the soil bleeds”

 

Soilbleed

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