Spacegoat - Silver Swamp
This land refused to rest in peace.
I'm barefoot in this incandescent street.
All seem to march through this ignorant swamp
With their failed faces upheaved.
Yeah, follow, follow the road,
The one where someone else told you to go,
Not even where you wish to go:
In your own swamp, your own swamp.
Under these stars the blood flows through the wind.
Under these stars silver fog grows high.
Translations of "Silver Swamp"