Soil's Song

False, the dream is so far, come and take the consequence. Few things are as certain, winter state, oppressive wait. Evacuate, assemble here, soil’s song in your throat. Future death in your reach, who’s first okay? Mask, your face well hidden, keep your last words in your hand. Fold it and open up, time to go, release the glow. Evacuate, assemble here, soil’s song in your throat. Future death in your reach, who’s first okay? False, the dream is so far! Evacuate, assemble here, soil’s song in your throat. Future death in your reach, who’s first okay?