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Thistle Alley - Fish (Rock)
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Thistle Alley Fish (Rock)

Thistle Alley - Fish (Rock)
Rockets are flying, signal distress over no man’s land
With  hopes they are fading‚ splutter and die in a leaden sky
The  wounded resignation‚ the corpses on the wire
A frozen tableaux flickers in the light
Flares are falling‚ chasing the shadows, nervous eyes, huddled in silence
Hugging  the earth‚ biding time
Motionless  as spiders caught out on a killing floor
Muffled picks and shovels hold their still
Praying  for the darkness to return and hide the graves they are opening
The graves they are digging
A storm of fire and metal tears the wood asunder
Shatters stumps of scorched and splintered trees
Cowering  in the mud within the roots, incessant thunder
Tormented shredded souls are torn apart
Deep beneath the surface the chalk yields to the chisels
Bloodied fingers tear the face away
Hollowing the chambers along dark stygian tunnels
Hooded candles light the spectres way
Dragons crawl the ridges towards the spires on new horizons
Ploughing through the charnel pits and gore
The spawn of death’s invention, a victory their burden
The promise stalls and wallows in the mire
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