Pantera - PILLARS OF ETERNITY

PILLARS OF ETERNITY

crumbling world falls
through my hands.
in my mouth
taste bitter sands.
grass is burning,
pulse is slow.
drip by drip my back-
wards growth ....crawl
fade to hate.
and I will die within my fade-
wine, song, women, birth -
this deflowered mother earth
planting, plowing, how she grieves.
the seeds that grow these dying trees.
Crawl...
fade to hate.
and I will die within my fade
fade to hate.
and I will die within your fade