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Black Milk Sour Soil

by heathe

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When I was a child The sun was warm and the nights peaceful
I would gaze upon the stars and wonder when the world would end
I was afraid I would live to see the sun burn out, To see my world covered in ice and my beloved freeze to death

I had nightmares that a grim purple sky would light up the night and thunders would roar in the distant
The land would dry and the crops would die and people of all religions would flee to their neighbors for shelter
And we would shiver as our borders collapsed
The fear of the unknown would lead us into a time of hatred and despair
For profit and safety, we would segregate the poor from the rich
We would build walls and make laws to enslave the free will
and the cries of those who had lost their beloved would resonate
in eternal darkness not to be heard nor seen but ignored like a vague noise

When I woke up my hands were dirty and my face was covered in blood
The earth was burning and the children had an emptiness in their eyes
The birds were dead, the people had fled and I broke down and I cried

Black milk, sour soil
Acid moss, black oil
Melting ice, dry winds
Fearful minds, anxious cries
Lonesome letters, forgotten tales
Secret songs, forbidden prayers
Dead lands, worn-out earth
Lost cities buried in dirt

We just stand in water up to our ankles. Dancing. Grieving.

Generations lost, books burned
Stories untold, people turned
Against their god, against their will
Towards their fate, forced to tears
The dawn of day, filled with fear
Tragic fates, the end is near
We feed on hate, we sleep on sorrow
We stand at the gates, no tomorrow

We just stand in water up to our ankles. Dancing. Grieving.

Lonesome letters, forgotten tales
Secret songs, forbidden prayers
Dead lands, worn-out earth
Lost cities buried in dirt
Control your soul’s desire for freedom
Control your soul’s desire for freedom
Control your soul’s desire for freedom
Control your soul’s desire for freedom

We just stand in water up to our ankles. Dancing. Grieving.
All we’ll ever need we’ll have soon

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released March 17, 2023
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Composed and arranged by Heathe
Written by Martin Jensen and Oskar Krusell Sørensen
Recorded by Simon Mariegaard, Martin Jensen, Oskar Krusell Sørensen and Filip Dybjerg
Mix and master by Simon Mariegaard
Artwork by Emilia Jasmin
Released via Gateway Music

Special thanks to Lars Dalsgaard

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Heathe is:
Andreas Westmark
Filip Dybjerg
Jonas Orlowitz
Martin Jensen
Oskar Krusell Sørensen
Simon Mariegaard
Simon Westmark

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