by Mammoth Storm on album Fornjot
A sea of ice A wind of fire A void between Where life expire No sand, no ocean No waves to travel No earth, no grass No sky to reach The ice rose high In the freezing cold The flam
by Mammoth Storm on album Fornjot
Hopeless fear In virgin eyes Gazing at the sky Pure shining skin In moonlight sheen Soft and unstained By man Shivers fondles The naked skin Cold are the hands of death Cold tears down
by Mammoth Storm on album Fornjot
Melancholy cries Piercing wines From the bottomless Dark abyss Echoing sound Of fearful howling Gnashing teeth Weeping voices From deep within Fearsome screams Of tormented souls From t
by Mammoth Storm on album Fornjot
Flocks are moving Away from trodden lands Where the ice is growing On the mountain side Empty furrows From which the waters fled To leave the ground Infertile On the fields below Where th
by Widespread Panic on album Miscellaneous
Like a big woolly mammoth You gotta wear that coat And like his big brother Joseph Yeah, walkin' in the desert sand And like a dough-boy in the trenches You gotta lay down low And like a big woolly m
by Widespread Panic on album 2005-06-11: Bonnaroo, Manchester, TN, USA
Like a big woolly mammoth You gotta wear that coat And like his big brother Joseph Yeah, walkin' in the desert sand And like a dough-boy in the trenches You gotta lay down low And like a big woolly m
by Widespread Panic on album Miscellaneous
Like a Big Woolly Mammoth you gotta wear that coat And like his big brother Joseph yeah, walkin' in the desert sand And like a dough boy in the trenches you gotta lay down low Like a Big Woolly Mammot
by Fit for An Autopsy on album The Great Collapse
Fools gold, siphoned and sold, merchants of death. Dead in spirit, now dead in flesh. Born of violent flames, landscapes of ashes. The roots soak up the rain, burning in acid. The wounds are cauterize
by Fit for An Autopsy on album The Great Collapse (Rain City Deluxe Version)
Fools gold, siphoned and sold, merchants of death. Dead in spirit, now dead in flesh. Born of violent flames, landscapes of ashes. The roots soak up the rain, burning in acid. The wounds are cauterize
by Fit for An Autopsy on album The Great Collapse (Rain City Deluxe Version)
Fools gold, siphoned and sold, merchants of death. Dead in spirit, now dead in flesh. Born of violent flames, landscapes of ashes. The roots soak up the rain, burning in acid. The wounds are cauterize