said a last forgiveness I pray I'm not too late
When he reached down next evening he found a new grave mound
His friends all sadly told him we've laid »
Ode to Cowboy Jack
The Great Old Songs
by Stonewall Jackson
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the ground
Stomping through the babies' graves
Pummel every mound
Little coffins dug up
Tiny corpses emptied out
Impaled on the fences
Spikes rammed »
Grave Violators
Shitfun
by Autopsy
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bare hands dug a grave
Fell down across the fresh mound
He was too drunk to pray
On a hillside in the meadows
By the old copse ring of oaks »
Anglokana
Lay of the Land
by Seachange
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Beside a new made grave heartbroken my love for her
Won't let me go away
And leave her there to sleep forever all alone beneath
That lonely mound »
Lonely Mound of Clay
Songs of the Smokey Mountains
by Roy Acuff
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a decomposing mound
Their organs building up with pus
They're decaying in front of us
Zombies from the grave
Be the eternal slave
Zombies from the grave »
Death Shall Rise
Death Shall Rise
by Cancer
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stop and always lend a helping hand
Then when I'm laid beneath that little grassy mound
There'll be more friends around than leaves upon the ground »
Fallen Leaves [*]
The Cold Hard Facts of Life/Soul of a Convict
by Porter Wagoner
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old paint horse
And now he's gone to rest
I laid him down beneath that mound
In Texas away out West
Where the cactus blooms over his grave »
Goodbye Old Pal
The Ultimate Bluegrass Collection
by Bill Monroe
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on to the goal
Hail Caesar
Rome look for the treasures of this land
World of death, full of graves, where wisdom stands
A voice sounds from the hoarse so loud, »
In Caesar We Trust
Public Glory Secret Agony
by White Skull
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Across a new made grave
And why the same still birds
That victory always brought
These hours of glory bought
By men with mounds of earth
Dead ash »
La Colombe -- The Dove
Joan
by Joan Baez
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Her parents now are left alone, one mourns while the other'n weeps
And near a grassy mound outside the cottage door the body of sweet Annie sleeps »
Willie Moore
Very Early Joan
by Joan Baez
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When they plant me like a seed in the ground
In silent sleep beneath some mossy mound
I'll be like a rose just waitin' for the spring
'Cause I'm »
When King Jesus Calls His Children Home
This Country's Rockin'
by The Judds
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There is a light that hits the gloom around
Shows the footprints round this grave
Dried up roses scattered on the mound
Honoring the one engraved »
Still Day Beneath the Sun
Blackwater Park [Bonus Tracks]
by Opeth
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From the grave comes the storm
Fire and ice, and battle horns.
Through the night a dark star burns
Titans fight, the King returns.
Demons eyes spread »
Metal Storm
Open the Gates
by Manilla Road
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Onto a pile, decay, A common grave for all
Infect the populace, All behold the dead
Rest eternally, Now condemned to die
Eradicates our race
Ablase »
Fall in Disease
Dawn of Possession
by Immolation
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As I stand here at the grave of a lonely man
Thinking how he lived his life while on this land
Recalled all the friends he lost for love of gold »
Fallen Leaves
Drifting Apart
by Warner Mack
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My fingers are grass
My tongue the asp
My town a burial mound
My eyes are jewels
My ears hear tools
put them down
My feet are wings
My »
I Am
Anthem
by Toyah
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the way
Hideous forms of human death, mounds of flesh slowly decay
Embrace the horrid nature, carnage on display
Pain never felt
Enslaved inside this »
Gallery of Suicide [#]
15 Year Killing Spree
by Cannibal Corpse
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the way
Hideous forms of human death, mounds of flesh slowly decay
Embrace the horrid nature, carnage on display
Pain never felt
Enslaved inside this »
Gallery of Suicide
Gallery of Suicide
by Cannibal Corpse
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to your necrotic whimsy
You so enjoyed inhaling my decrepit funk
My organs and entrails you delightfully assailed
Thrashing mound of thoracic de-activity »
Back to the Grave
Dead Shall Dead Remain
by Impaled
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parents now are left alone
One mourns while the other'n weeps
And near a grassy mound outside the cottage door
The body of sweet Annie sleeps
Willie »
Willie Moore
Cold as the Clay
by Greg Graffin
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to the mound
La vida from cypress, rips your compound
Shit gets deep, eight niggas on the ground
What do you know? what, go ah-round come around!
Six for »
A to the K
Black Sunday
by Cypress Hill
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every town,
By God, but it brings me to tears.
When I got home, I found just a flower on the mound
Where it shamed the green grasses of spring.
It grew »
Tramps and Hawkers
West of the West
by Dave Alvin
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to face the devil.
Your wasting power on grace. A maggot will always seek to feed from the grave,
Where I'll lead them and teach them to feast on the skin »
Son of the Morning
Son of the Morning
by Oh, Sleeper
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a shallow grave
In the then parched meadow
And the dwarves were given the task of digging the ditch
And laying the nag's carcass in the ground
And boss »
The Carny
Berlin: City Sounds Step 1
by Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds
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scream as life is deprived of them. Life is no
Dream and death holds no final end. We all must die.
Hacking away with the sword at the earth, at the mounds »
Gone Is My Former Resolve
Within The Ancient Forest
by Paramaecium
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