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lyrics
Dark clouds will roll in and block the sun
Foreshadowing the rise of agony
Selective perception blinding us all
All the trenches we tried so hard fill have become abysmal
And the victims of our forgotten wars an ignored cenotaph
And you have seen it coming
It was written in the wind
Dark is the dawning and fear it brings
Rotten seeds are sown
Rain on fertile soil
Petrichor the subtle smell of change
Shifting borders for sense of dignity
Eliminating our humanity
Creating a parallel reality
Gradually the world turns upside down anticipate our demise Germinating hate a slow but steady growth we must nip it in the bud
And we have seen it coming
It was written in the wind
Dark is the dawning and fear it brings
Rotten seeds are sown
Rain on fertile soil
Petrichor the subtle smell of change
We seem to have forgotten or deny teachings of the past and fallen prey to fear
Stricken with fear men turning
From simmering rage to wildfire
There never was much warning
Just the uneasiness we all felt
And you have seen it coming
It was written in the wind
Dark is the dawning and fear it brings
Rotten seeds are sown
Rain on fertile soil
Petrichor the subtle smell of change
𝓟rogress to the peak of the cosmic hill proved rich in phonic fortune for four intrepid Spaniards, as upon that summit was found the trippiest of tomes: Diagrams of Pagan Life. And who better to decode those drafts and lend voice to its visions than La Roja's finest amplified alchemists and gurus of groove. Heathen hooks, druidic dynamics and iconoclastic instrumentation beckon the heavens to dispatch a further bolt of special electricals and for Slap Guru, lightning duly strikes twice. 𝔩𝔬𝔲𝔡-𝔮𝔲𝔦𝔢𝔱-𝔩𝔬𝔲𝔡
Spacious like the light-years separating faraway galaxies, groovy like the rings of a remote planet, slow and dense like the passing of time in a blackhole, and massive like a giant supernova that's about to implode. muschiosauro