Lyrics
A metaphor is
Running through what’s left behind the revenant’s calling
He came back to father’s house
I’m longing
To get somewhere
I don’t want the
Cold inside me here
Now the forest
Is the best place we can hide millions of raiders
Coming back from sunken grounds
I’m longing
To get somewhere
I don’t want the
Cold inside me here
Written by: Matthijs Steur, Pieter van Winsen