[Verse 1]
This is the start but where is the ending?
Do we still have means to pretend?
Creation shouting praise for the keeper
Glory to the son of a man
The shovel has let our Mother's blood
Ingredient of life has been peeled off
Slowly the land withers away
Disappears into thin air
[Pre-Chorus]
I'm standing at the age of the blackened swamp
I can't hear the crane's horn or the black grouse bowline
The treadmill rotates
But only in one direction
In the shade of the plant
The contractor smiles
[Chorus]
Seventh Swamphony
Mother's tears have dried
Deadly way to live
Work has been done
Seventh Swamphony
Mother's tears have dried
Deadly way to live
Work has been done
[Verse 2]
Wounded land full of ditches
Excavated upside down
Every day he keeps on rooting
Glory to the son of a man
[Bridge]
Glory to the Son of a Man
Who inherited the land
Glory to the Son of a Man
Who inherited the land
[Pre-Chorus]
I'm standing at the age of the blackened swamp
I can't hear the crane's horn or the black grouse bowline
The treadmill rotates
But only in one direction
In the shade of the plant
The contractor smiles
[Chorus]
Seventh Swamphony
Mother's tears have dried
Deadly way to live
Work has been done
Seventh Swamphony
Mother's tears have dried
Deadly way to live
Work has been done
[Outro]
Glory to the Son of a Man
Who inherited the land
Glory to the Son of a Man
Who inherited the land
