Heavy Kind Of Chain - Pure Love

There is a dead black smoke in the heart of the valley

And it burns into 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

They are running through the forest setting fire to the trees

A heavy kind of chain rules this land

They 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