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• Artiste: Pure Love
• Titre: Heavy Kind of Chain
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There is a dead black smoke in the heart of the valley And it burns in your lungs so savagely A cloud of blood always raining red A single bag to carry all the dead We are nothing but a breathing corpse A broken body full of useless thoughts No one here is scared of us We are dirt, we are dust We have been crushed Empty your soul They will never know I can hear the ghosts of their families You'e running through the forest setting fire to the trees A heavy kind of chain rules this land Will send me back to England, just ashes in a can There is only death and there is no escape And the smoke kills the men that the fire doesn't take No one here is scared of us We are dirt, we are dust We have been crushed Empty your soul They will never know No one here is scared of us We are dirt, we are dust We have been crushed Empty your soul They will never know