Three Snake Leaves - Landmine Marathon

Poor sons and fathers

Burdening one another

With compassion felt by few

Kings of plenty take their lives

With wars of the dying youth

Comrades falling piling high

As they lay in ruins

Bury me alive

Deep inside a tomb

Carry out your life

Dying by her side

Snakes of three

The son stands alone

In the empire having nothing left to lose

Daughters wives become the bribes

And then he faces the awful truth

And then he faces the awful truth

I am buried alive with his bride

Out of the grey stones

These snakes will eat leaves of life

One by one they come through breathing life

Hunger creeps on him yet he never yields

Ignorant and young a son cuts eyes to tail

Death in hand

Death in time

Death of flesh but not of mind