P.L.F. - As the Grass Grows Lyrics


Brought by sea to the fertile lands of legend, to paradise unspoiled

Maurading bastard, legion of kings armies sent to pillage

With a thirst for ore and contempt for life, they ravaged without mercy

The native generosity met with the brutal subjugation of a foreign god

A legacy of bloodshed

The murder of a culture

Forced out of the ancestral land

Executed by the sword and plagues

Treaties made, and treaties swiftly broken in the blink of an eye

Herded by bastards to far unknown lands like flocks of sick sheep

Their generous, outstretched arms now twisted and broken in half like twigs

"As long as the grass grows"

"...or the water runs"

A shameful history of genocide of thievery and exploitation

Their generous, outstretched arms now twisted and broken in half like twigs

A legacy of bloodshed

The murder of a culture

The native generosity met with the brutal subjugation of a foreign god

"As long as the grass grows"

"...or the water runs"