Letras de A Wild, Shameless Plain

Old black tusks ripped off of the beast at the bank of the swamp
And carved into statues of arthritic gods or the handles of blunt swords
That you′ll one day run upon, with your eyes covered in moss

Shot down in it's sleep, the big game of the world wide garbage heap
You mounted it′s head on your wall, the prize
Hollowed out eyes, mold in the cracks of it's skull
The fur is matted with blood and it's tongue wet with mother′s milk

Gates opened wide and bedlam came
Wise men were forced into a layman′s trade
With nothing but time, chaos reigns

A great quiet has followed you to here
A blustering wind
With nothing of worth in it's heart or hands
Your legacy
Is a dull catalogue of common things

You′ve never even seen the blood you've drawn
Or looked in the eyes of the kill you claim was yours
Before taking your picture with it