The Harvest After the Avalanche

Here we are, almost two years are gone
Those eyes are still white
That blood still running
Between blue and red skin

Through cold november nights and rainy beginnings
Leaving behind apocalyptic beings and fallen friends

Those secrets are not sleeping anymore
They're alive and well
Do you really want to know them?
Just be awared, the journey won't be pleasant

You might hate the road we are pointing
You might love the street we are paving

Breathing steam, absorbing monstrous venom
Running on a supreme chance
We are the voice of our inner nature

This is our second scream
We'll do it untill our lungs are empty
And our skin, our body
Scratched and eaten to the bone

The loud, the smart, the fresh, the restless
Everyone part of the process of awakening
Unveiling the truth resting inside
Those are the secrets
This is what we are

This is not a requiem
This is just the beginning