Heavy roaring, backwards thunder from a blackend sky
Heavenly wrath scourges the earth,
Just as to hold some kind of balance
Lightning bolts strike into charcoal ground
Electrifying the grassparts that are left
And at night you can see the roots glowing
But maybe it's only the reflection of the fires
In the ruins
Once heartwarmed
Ruins
Long forgotten
But they always return
Glass jars to catch the acid rain
That bleeds the barren earth dry
And Vodka bottles that are refilled again and again
From a distance the noise sounds of the ghosts
That haunt the lonesome landscape
White appearances, armed, inhuman... but not deformed!
Reaching out with hands
Their gaseous noses sniffing
Their sleepless eyes starring
Seeking
And finding
Prey
Crippled emotions
Of crippled memories
Modified
And hope denied
Evolution
Hear the old foolish
Hear what they say
When they play
And when they fail
The quote is
„Home is where your hole is."
Where your hell is...
Heavenly wrath scourges the earth,
Just as to hold some kind of balance
Lightning bolts strike into charcoal ground
Electrifying the grassparts that are left
And at night you can see the roots glowing
But maybe it's only the reflection of the fires
In the ruins
Once heartwarmed
Ruins
Long forgotten
But they always return
Glass jars to catch the acid rain
That bleeds the barren earth dry
And Vodka bottles that are refilled again and again
From a distance the noise sounds of the ghosts
That haunt the lonesome landscape
White appearances, armed, inhuman... but not deformed!
Reaching out with hands
Their gaseous noses sniffing
Their sleepless eyes starring
Seeking
And finding
Prey
Crippled emotions
Of crippled memories
Modified
And hope denied
Evolution
Hear the old foolish
Hear what they say
When they play
And when they fail
The quote is
„Home is where your hole is."
Where your hell is...