"Throw me the idol
No time to argue"
- Sapito
Intercontinental Music Lab

We Are the Land, We Are the Map

Subject: The Ottoman-Habsburg Wars , Music: Rob Fisher, Lyrics by Melonee, Vocals by Melonee and the Mohacs

Fields of sullied men
Kill that Sulieman
And I’ll let thee
Play with my curls
Fifteen twenty six
Keep this on your wrist
Take no prisoners
Think of my rump
Tiddy-bump-ah-rump
Tiddy-bump-ah-rump
Ottoman blood will run free

Take my head
Into your bed
It matters when a soul
Slips out through a hole
Never mind the nation’s neck
Hanging from a rope
Swinging from a rope
Need a little hope now

Hold on to this
If you feel like you’ll flee like the rest

We are the land
Where the lines are redrawn
We are the map
Where the dark colours run
And we all are renamed
And our fields never sleep
We take our graves
We are the land, we are the map
We are the land, we are the map

Tomori! Tomori! Tomori!
Easy to squeeze
From the Danube down to the sea
Where young Luis lies dreaming now

Black as a crow, clouds gathered over
The field where they lie, crushed into mush
Sod over bones, gold in the dirt
Torrents of rain, arms in the marsh
Steel slaked with blood
Uneven plain, unequal pain
Tomb of the past, peace to your dust,
Peace to your dust

Hold on to this
If you feel like you’ll flee like the rest

We are the land
Where the lines are redrawn
We are the map
Where the dark colours run
And we all are renamed
And our fields never sleep
We take our graves into bed
We are the land, we are the map
We are the land, we are the map

Walk from here,
I will walk from here
Walk from here
I will walk from here
Walk from here
I will walk from here
Walk from here

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