Lyric

The mouth caked with mud

The rain dripping down the face

The eyes staring into the darkness

To read an imprecise point

The skinned and clenched hands

Pressed on the cold metal

And a wind that whips the leaves

That vibrate like crystal

In the chaos of ash and bombs

In the smoke that poisons the heavy air

A fire resists, stubborn and powerful

And smells of roots, of distant voices

It smells of goodness, of home and bread

And illuminates the darkness that looms

A grim buzzing of drones

Over the burned and infected ruins

Sinister and sickly moan

Filthy swarming of insects

The caterpillar tracks rumble, panting

And carve scarlet furrows

In the mud that covers the horror

Of the torn, broken bodies

A flash and a cold wind

That blows from nowhere... then, everything is extinguished

In the chaos of ash and bombs

In the smoke that poisons the heavy air

A fire resists, stubborn and powerful

And smells of roots, of distant voices

It smells of goodness, of home and bread

And illuminates the looming darkness