Grudge Against The Epitaph 歌词

The wolves were thinning in skins Sheep had known they were living in. The wolves were thinning in skins, Hunger coming to know them again I don’t fucking believe this. I just want to go home. You were supposed to feed me. Just leave me alone. I’m falling to dust. There’s nothing I can do. Sleep under dunes Song of terrapin shell Lined with the tinder moss A craft of living coal