SkullSkyDome from DevilHeaded by Beastianity

Gathered like children at the open graves,
Stared down upon the corpses of the masters and slaves,
We are this land! Our blood's in the sand,
Our soul is the sea and the animals and plants,

Broken feet drag along from the red billabong,
Bony bodies of the innocent dreamers swing,
We crashed the corroboree, Done rape and armed robbery,
And the nightmare begins when the bullroarer spins,

Skull Sky Dome, here is my home,
Fires on the hillside burning alone,
Bones pointed West through the trees from the South,
Flies in our eyes, birds in our mouths,

Delivered in chains, we laboured in pain,
Our pale flesh caressed by the sun and the rain,
We spread from the shores,
We were bled by others wars,
So we never apologised and we never explained,
To the hated, the hanged, the stolen, the stripped,
Down rivers of brown bubbles and glass shards we've shipped,
The presence of prison, police and priest,
Like Dingo packs marauding we're chaos unleashed,

Skull Sky Dome here is my home,
Fires of the Black Elves burning alone
Bones pointed west through the trees from the South
Flies in our eyes, birds in our mouths

"Keepers of the sacred land your apathy shows,
Shakers of the golden hand your depravity flows."

So love all you can,
You're a StrayAlien,
You've lessons to learn and a future to earn,
There are no others just sisters and brothers,
So be quick with the sticks and I'll teach you to burn,
Hey! Neckties to nooses, winners to losers,
Your arrogance unwelcome, your misery's your own,
You'll live and die 'neath a wide weeping sky,
And you'll fight for what's right or fall in with the drones,

Skull Sky Dome, here is my home,
Fires of the Underland burning alone,
Bones pointed West through the trees from the South,
Flies in our eyes, birds in our mouths.

• Experimental
• Folk
• Australia