1. |
Ghosts
05:56
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Smoke in our eyes
We are now cursed
Ash in our throat
We are now cursed
Choking gases
Savage spectres
Extinct delights
Ravaged wonders
The rotting wild
Salted land
Bloated carrion
Endless dust and sand
Our grief, devastates us
Blind to the blood on our hands
Graveyards of skeletal forests
The stink of a dying land
Dead woodland once our lungs
Our soul, where we begun
Taint of man, violent spores
Infection creeps once more
Smoke burns our eyes
We are now cursed
We'll yearn for ghosts,
Ghosts of broken earth
We are now cursed
We are now cursed
We are now cursed
By the ghosts of broken earth
Memories fade
Beauty now gone
The haunt is all we'll know
From today and now from now on
Our grief, devastates us
Blind to the blood on our hands
Graveyards of skeletal forests
The stink of a dying land
Our grief, devastates us
Blind to the blood on our hands
The grief
The grief
The blood on our hands
Smoke burns our eyes
We are now cursed
We'll yearn for ghosts,
Ghosts of broken earth
We are the ghosts
We are now cursed
We are the ghosts
The ghosts of broken earth
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2. |
Bloom
04:05
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Too
Late
We See
The truth
We thought
These lands fertile and free
Such entitlement hateful tendrils should’ve been clear
This is not who we are?
This is who we've always been
Too
Late
We See
The truth
We thought these lands
Fertile and free
Such entitlement hateful tendrils should’ve been clear
Refused to see the smoke, but now there is fire
They've added the fuel, we're stuck in the mire
Where fear is fed, the wretched bloom,
Into a hopeless canopy,
Then darkness
Such Darkness
It may feel so anathema
Blinded by our own authority
Too
Late
We See
The truth
Of ourselves
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3. |
Home?
02:10
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4. |
Shadows
06:46
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A fractured doorway,
Out of place,
So familiar
Something tight in every face
Embrace of home
Something is now stale
The earth in my hands
Once rich, now turning pale
The warmth of sanctuary
Has turned cold and splintered
Those bitter, scathing winds
Blow a deadly winter
This dirt, my roots
Something ugly grows
I left, I went away
Has that same ugliness not be sown
A hint of dissonance,
Broken sounds in the night,
The hint of dissonance,
Shadows where there should be light
Hold
Your
Torches
Aloft
These
Roots
Can Not
Be Lost
Hold
Your
Torches
Aloft
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