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