Ljuska - Husks of Light

These halfwits keep on Circling in the dust Breeding a profane stench The consequence of lust Behold the view From the top of the world Valleys and hills, lands and cities Born from the filth of sleep That swirls in this husk Thinking of breathing

Dreamer, I call to thee Not knowing your name Liar, There is something In your eye

None will manage To escape the storm of all storms Can you hear, can you sense The losing of it all

Painted, molded, managed To cover up the production Of profound dullness Animated, corrected, raped To feed the hunger and the daze of the world

Entwine with corpses Renew the dead There is the wall at the end Black wall painted with blood From smashed skulls Of those who had no eyes to pierce Through the tickest dark

Guardian, Someone is watching you From the shadows Protector, Something is seeping Through your walls

None will manage To conceal the birth of this star Outshining all that is Burning these light's husks