"Heavy Kind of Chain" as written by and Christopher Frank Carter James Michael Carroll....
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


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