The Grave

Here is where everything starts
We walk in a dark and glued path
Every steps we make is harassing
In the mist nothing we see
All we have is a wood for a stick
Moving sands below us
Creature crawling in the mud
Tentacles we try to avoid
The sorrowful weight we carry
Is just the reflection of our griefs
This is where we belong
This is how we're living
No way. Out there
Guiding us from this void

Between the stones we feel the moisture
Of an uncompleted life
Only stigmates we tear apart
Smells of a warm steam
Like the caldron of the witch
I feel surrounded but I don't know why

All the restless pieces
I know where there from
So why are we stucked in
A piddling alignment of stones
Or are we just fighting
To escape the grave we lived in
The sorrowful weight we carry
Is just the reflection of our sins

There is a church somewhere here
Only a mountain we see
Or that maybe it's moving
Like everything futile
This is
A refuge
Refuge

Where we will last standing
Nothing we will understand
Except the concrete surface
Of an ironed shield
Protecting the Grave
Here were everything lasts

Where we will last standing
Nothing we will understand
Except the concrete surface
Of an ironed shield
Protecting the Grave
Here were everything lasts
Where we will last standing
Nothing we will understand
Except the concrete surface
Of an ironed shield
Protecting the Grave
Protecting the Grave