Turn - Dead Horse

Like a fish on the line

I’m strugglin'

Wild horses tramplin' man

Over enemy lines

The battle fan

Grinding mother nature

Inevitable masochism massacring

Bleedin' fire engine red

Blades are cravin' like jet engines, roar

Incision showerin' ammunition

Mourning lights the souls of marching corpses through

The earth they’re mulchin'

Reflections of tomorrow

Wither away

Screaming hallelujah

Momentum soul vacume

Surging forward like a dragon

Racing cross the planet’s face

Murmur in the distance

Blackened catalystic hate

Momentum soul vacume

Surging forward

Turn