Nettlethrone Sewn Shut Eyes
Bury your head into the earth
Take a look at the world from here
Open your eyes without doubt
Can you see it clearer now?
The last flower you took from the soil
All of your fears become real
Run to the blade that will cut your throat
Coldness of steel may ease your pain
By your hands, generations lost
You won't get a quick death, bastard
The last drop of water you drank
All of your fears become real
Eyes set to see
Hands far from the kill
The red in the sky
It was ours, now bring it back
This is the end of our age
The sun will never set again
An aimless world rolling through chaos
Purity, in essence, is lost
