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PERFORMING ARTISTS
To The Grave
To The Grave
Performer
Tom Cadden
Tom Cadden
Electric Guitar
Dane Evans
Dane Evans
Lead Vocals
Simon O'Malley
Simon O'Malley
Drums
John Flaws
John Flaws
Bass Guitar
Matt Clarke
Matt Clarke
Electric Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dane Evans
Dane Evans
Songwriter
Tom Cadden
Tom Cadden
Songwriter
Simon O'Malley
Simon O'Malley
Songwriter
John Flaws
John Flaws
Songwriter
Matt Clarke
Matt Clarke
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tom Cadden
Tom Cadden
Producer

Texty

I hope you die in the drought
Drown to death in the dirt
Eternal rest with the worms in your mouth
What you deserve
Australians, all let us rejoice in the blood of a dying mother
For they are young and bleed they will, we proceed to take her daughter
Baby killers. I'm calling you out
Rapists and murderers
Your days of cowering in the dark are done
The modern-day slave trade feeding and clothing a community of cunts
And you'll be shamed for the scum that you know you are
Close down the farm and send yourself to the abattoir
Out in the cesspools, we breed
And in humility, we bleed
We watch the wolves die on our doorstep as they howl for help
We slit their throats and say "This is Australia"
Mark my words, every one of them will suffer
And I assure you every victim will be accounted for
I come bearing the wrath of seventy-five billion souls
Run in fear
[Instrumental]
Their blood on all our hands, in their murder we share
You are nothing but a void for the rest of them
Mouths water over rotting carcasses
Inhale life and shit out death
Rapists and murderers
Your days of cowering in the dark are done
The modern-day slave trade feeding and clothing a community of cunts
And you'll be shamed for the scum that you know you are
Close down the farm and send yourself to the abattoir
When the animal torturers of the world hear my name may the hairs on their body stand, a chill sweep deep in their bones
As they endure a fear so intense that they quiver ferociously in the relentless agony of their souls
We've stormed the slaughterhouse under the cover of night
Burnt it to the fucking ground and buried the knives
Ghosts in the gears of the machines
Haunted halls of the kill floor gleam
My objective is clear, blade at the throat, destined for dust
Herd into the human farm, a stampede of disfigured livestock
Blood will run the rivers red until the cleansing is complete
Written by: Dane Evans, John Flaws, Matt Clark, Simon O'Malley, Tom Cadden
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