Fire devours the land Pestilence spreads Across an ashen waste Leaving nothing But dust
Our earth is scorched Swaddled in conflagration Searing all eyes From scarcely glimpsing divine
We took the soil Turning all to sand A blackened land Of once home
Clay in the hand Are we any more than Clay in the hand Are we any more than Dust
Dust of the earth Born astride the grave Now the leading instrument In an anthem of flames
Choking life prances In silver mirage Seaking peace from civil slaughter
Clay in the hand Are we any more than Clay in the hand Are we any more than
Fresh born eyes looking out Coal trees Emerging emerald Could our shame be enough To bury usTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
