A Rose for the Apocalypse

We stumble through life Shedding the same tears, Forming the same stream, Asking the same questions, Dreading the new day It's so quiet here, Still violence is speaking; I close my eyes. A storm is coming, a spiral of conversion; Broods from the core

On the shore, lost in our time, Currents are bursting through From the sky; an aberration; Chimeras' burning you In the dark; inside the earth Blood runs barren now See this age, so discolored... It's breaking down somehow Our homes are since long de

Black is the sunlight shimmering below; it flows through life and the guilt we share Our sorrow, it cuts through the undergrowth, as we abandon this ravenous Earth alone The zeitgeist dimmed the surface and seized the soul Our Mother wept behind the