My name is Silas Spade By strength of a sombre vision In those deepest vaults of being I felt mankinds awful fate My brother, fill this empty whiskey gla** And I shall tell of the individuals disease My name is Silas Spade I saw an oak tree with human eyes Uprooted being on a deceptive road Perceived freedom but sickness inside Brother, fill this whiskey gla** again And I shall tell of the individuals disease O estrangement, you great misfortune
In a wasteland I opened a shallow grave And benevolence was buried there My name is Silas Spade I planted the oak into its soil again Where dead leaves were falling from Its boughs full of stench and creatures Brother, a new bottle of whiskey please And I shall tell of the individuals disease