February 5th 2012
Deep within a termite mound in Africa, soldier termites spring into action, slicing their smaller opponents in half with a snap of their powerful jaws. But the attacking driver ants use strategy to overwhelm the defenders. Little do these six-legged combatants know that their marching orders come from a drought-plagued human village that is counting on them to drive out the termites.
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February 5th 2012
February 5th 2012
Deep within a termite mound in Africa, soldier termites spring into action, slicing their smaller opponents in half with a snap of their powerful jaws. But the attacking driver ants use strategy to overwhelm the defenders. Little do these six-legged combatants know that their marching orders come from a drought-plagued human village that is counting on them to drive out the termites.
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February 5th 2012
Deep within a termite mound in Africa, soldier termites spring into action, slicing their smaller opponents in half with a snap of their powerful jaws. But the attacking driver ants use strategy to overwhelm the defenders. Little do these six-legged combatants know that their marching orders come from a drought-plagued human village that is counting on them to drive out the termites.
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February 5th 2012
New song from their upcoming album, Scurrilous (March 22nd, 2011) Lyrics: Gin! always the gin, always take one on the chin The devil dogs and scorpions peel away and wear my skin Smokeless flame, the common name Less than the angels but more of the same No paradise, the grateful will lay their claim Whether the intentions are violent or just mundane With the wind he disappeared Confirming everything that I feared The time passed is shown by the length of his beard Solomon’s stands, dead on his feet waiting for termites to resolve his conceit In the mountains, in the seas, in the air waits the disease We are not Gods, death comes to us all but tonight I’m invincible; tomorrow I’ll crawl. In the mountains, in the seas, in the air waits the disease The gin in this bottle, just don’t let him drown Next lesson you swallow, might be hard to keep down Taste the penalty of the blazing fire Taste the penalty, sing with the Devil’s choir Gin! always the gin! never thick and never thin Thicker than blood, less than kin The rattle trap night ends where it begins This song is property of Protest the Hero. I do not claim it as my own work, therefore a copyright dispute shall not happen.
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February 5th 2012
