Inside a chaotic and beautiful lie

A wounded work of pain

Divine but torn

Wreaking havoc

On our hearts

In a divine confusion

Blinded by everything

Crooked feelings pick at our troubled mind

So the passage to sleep gets harder to accept

We close our eyes and wonder the harmonies of the road

Walking in the dark

Tripping and falling

We get up and step into the light

Along the muted stones and driest leaves

Life being crafted under cold winters

Hidden roads inside the wastelands

Storms diverting the path unto new horizons

If the shores were not ravaged

By human greed and ignorance

Resilience would draw a wall of adventures

Ingrained in our cells

The places of Mother Earth are connected on their terms

Nothing detached in the collective souls

Strained ropes around our neck as we cross the burning bridge

Icon of strength

Without rage

Universal sense of awareness

Waiting to be heard

(We are Gaerea)

Bent down on our back

Old oaths thrown in the wind

We're cursed through sludge and torment

Never turning our back

To the haunting flares

Onwards to our endless rest

Falling asleep

Our feet marching the sphere

Vibrations of a bell

Let the madness rise

Not a whisper

Not a thought

Not a kiss

No luck to be lost