Miasma Lyrics

Secrets Of The Moon Miasma

Let them have their final martyrium
Let them come with spear and lance
Let them impale
When all is gone anyway
Let them come with a greater smile
When all is over anyway

Hail miasma
Reigning and raging and raining
Leaving reality behind
Everywhere

There once was a colour
In galaxies blinding
Giving them a chance to foresee

There once was a circle
Behaving like insects in webs
Possessed by will
Not dead yet

There once was a field
In a desolate nation
A field with space for millions to come

There once was a funeral
With a guidance to understand