OF THE COLD - Let Them Swing

Out of nothing, out of the dark
They forced their will through the hills
So much sacrificed
Our land emptied, left barren
Children offered to the wilderness
For a dream withering
No assurances
What did this profit bring?
Let them choke on the dust of our drills
Let them dance on our graves that they've filled
Let them swing in the wind of this waste
Let them swing
Let them swing
Let them swing
A city torn
Deaths of newborn
We are left to the wild
For a hollow price
Here we built our lives
Here they let it fall
Never giving anything back
Lives carved in black stone
The ground quivers as the rift comes close
Each night we hear the sound of our loss
We gave so much. What did we recieve?
Let them choke on the dust of our drills...
We must end their cold indifference
Or face the bleakness of fading time
We the forgotten will soon breathe in
The rust of this fading ghost town
Welcome to our waste
Void of our homes
And our hope
We the forgotten. Will we forget?
What they took. What they neglect
Let them choke on the dust of our drills...
All they hear is the rustle of notes
All we want is to tighten the ropes
They´ll swing high above this pit
Let them swing
Let them swing
Let them swing

Written by:
Andreas Johansson

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