Track Insight / Lyrics
You lean low to touch the peat.
The cold mud clings to your feet.
Smeared grey oil on a green leaf.
The soil holds a sudden grief.
Calluna vulgaris grows.
Where the heavy metal flows.
A rusted rim in the silt.
Where the garden's glory wilt.
Steel in the loam, iron in the seed.
A hungry ground, a desperate need.
The thunder rolls from a distant hill.
While the garden stays perfectly still.
A helmet rests in the mire.
Cold as ice and stripped of fire.
The brass strap snaps in the rain.
Sinking slow in a muddy vein.
Steel in the loam, iron in the seed.
A hungry ground, a desperate need.
The thunder rolls from a distant hill.
While the garden stays perfectly still.
The Latin names keep you sane.
Sorting petals through the pain.
Sallow roots and bitter wine.
Crossing over a battle line.
Triticum bends to the blast.
A summer day that could not last.
The artillery hums a low tune.
Under a pale and yellow moon.
You prune the weed from the rust.
Turning metal back to dust.
Wait for the petals to bloom.
Inside this heavy iron room.
Steel in the loam, iron in the seed.
A hungry ground, a desperate need.
The thunder rolls from a distant hill.
While the garden stays perfectly still.
Dig it deep.
Let the iron sleep.
Just a root in the clay.
