Skeletons of Giants Songtext
von Flaming Wrekage

A dying crow lies on a smoldering nest
Lungs full of dust, riddled with toxic waste

It′s final cry; lost to the black sky
It's tar soaked wings are laid to rest

Man made this
His dying wish
Man made this

Leviathan; put to eternal sleep
A timeless monster is lost to the deep
The skeletons of giants rot in the depths
Beneath the ever growing plastic shipwreck

Made made this hell


Where are your answers? They′re not in the back of your prayer book
Eight million ton hangs on the end of a rusty fish hook
We're too apathetic to reel in the line
We've gone and we′ve ripped out our own fucking spine
Blind to the carnage
This burden runs deep in the bloodline

You get nothing for nothing
It′s too late to pray
Pouring fuel on the bonfire every waking day
Time waits for no man
The hourglass is cracked
No one left to blame
It's all turning black
There lies a dying old man with a cold blank stare
He warned us of this but not a soul cared
He meets his demise with a bitter tear
No one could handle the weight of the fear