Rustbite Anthem

(hmmm-mm-mm) Rust on the gate,

dirt on my hands

Cold wind blowing through the pine wood stands

We built this house on sinking ground Now there's no more medicine

to be found

Oh, the water is rising fast And none of these promises were

made to last

Burn the fields

and let the crows fly free

There ain't no redemption left for you and me

Underneath the clay where the heavy shadows creep (yeah-eah-eah) We'll find our

peace in the eternal sleep

Broken bottles on the gravel road

Carrying a heavy, unforgiving load

My shadow is stretching long and thin

Wondering where the dirt ends and I begin

Dig the hole, lay me down

Just another skeleton in a dying town (ooh-aaah)

Burn the fields... Let the crows fly... (hmmmm)