The Drift Songtext
von Sermon

Peeling his filthy skin
Grieving of his shameful sin
Waiting for the master′s hand
As he wandered an endless grey land
As he stayed down
Clutching the roots and soil
Bleeding with the earth
In the arms of the drift
Waiting for the master's hand
As he wandered an endless grey land
As he stayed down
Clutching the roots and soil
Bleeding with the earth
In the arms of the drift


He marched the land
Craving the touch of sun and sand
And only years lay ahead
He wished for release
Clutching the thread of time
And holding the forever line
Peeling his filthy skin
Grieving of his shameful sin
Waiting for the master′s hand
As he wandered an endless grey land
As he stayed down
Clutching the roots and soil
Bleeding with the earth
In the arms of the drift