Paroles

Grounds are shifting
Hear the final whispers
When you listen
You hear a distant call
Time is glitching
Feel the feelings flicker
Follow the rhythm and you will see
We’ll rise above the fall
We’ll die another day
Survive on memories
The scythe won’t have its say
We’ll die another day
The light will breakaway
We embrace the call
as celestials will fall
Fall of the celestials
Deep inside all of you
There’s a seed
Waiting to rise
Written by: Bram Boender, Koen Bauweraerts, Laurent Lavergne
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