SKELETON COAST from TEMPEST (Digital) by BURIED HORSES

LYRICS:
Skeletons are riddled hanging in a wicked sky. Their metallic feet forgotten soiled six deep down. “And it stains our pure soil.” I can hear them call. The shadows of their crooked yellow teeth are stretching out and descending on a coastline. You were driven out. Empty shells upon the shore. There collecting hear them toil. Dead ringin’ hear them calling? The towered lights deceive your wolfen eyes. Can’t see through the conniving mist of promise money. Clearer now reveals a coast that was but now is lost to the skeletons a swinging. And the skeletons are swinging in your dust. And it reminds you of skeleton coast.

PAINTING:
The Triumph of Death, Pieter Bruegel the Elder, oil painting on panel, 1562

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