كلمات Dead Roots Stirring

Sense awaken So deep a breach against the ice Signs of stagnance Give way a flower of the time Old oak standing Worn bare a temple to the times New growth coming Green sheet a fabric of the lies Black void yawning This mass will bury us alive Dead roots stirring New life's shining in our eyes Not stay rooted to the shore Let the waves consume our bones Don't you know it's hard to live When we go it all alone