Calenture Lyrics

Marching Church Calenture

It's been two days and seven hours
Since we ran out of water
And we already lost a few
They, as us, were starving
Good men, but not as hardened
As us remaining in the faith that they did loose

As we come crawling towards the tide
On our hands and our knees, scraping by
No one wants to face the reaper
In this god forsaken heat sick
And it's a challenge to feel the need to stay alive

It's getting hard to recognise the faces of my friends
Just a week ago they shone with vigour of the brave
But the sun has turned their skin into old, worn leather
With expressions contorted out of place

As we come crawling towards the tide
On our hands and our knees, scraping by
No one wants to face the reaper
In this god forsaken heat sick
And it's a challenge to feel the need to stay alive