Salt, on fertile earth
Stunting all growth from the inside
Salt from my blood, labor of life, dead where I stand
I have sown earth with blood
Blood soaked earth yields nothing but dust
Dust now my crop, from blood, brings not but dust
I have sown earth with blood
Blood soaked earth yields nothing but dust
I have killed myself
I have sown earth with my own blood
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"All the good songs were written this way: I made half the tune, gave up on it, then picked it up again one to three years later and finished it. The not so good songs: I archive every riff I come up with (especially the shit ones) with a tape recorder. [...] Then I rehearse playing them as fast as possible until you can't hear what's going on", says the man behind the project. This is insanely fun. Hans