Adrian Snell - Bullet In The Mother's Womb lyrics

The heart beats regular as gunfire In the stillness the whole mouth twists The eyes narrow, knuckle-white And cling. Outside, There are arms full of bodies Hills full of tired armies 'Embrace me now, sweet mother, I am here in spite of d**h, Fickle winds or sudden men, Neither winter time nor war contained me; I am the holy fist An embryonic saint and sacrifice - The final price; Whose moment dulls the bullet's edge To drive a wedge between the cradle and ...' A thin scream splits the skull. A dog barks, men run. In the stillness the whole mouth twists; The face speaks for the landscape.