Surrounded by the ash of a burnt-out land
Screams shatter eardrums, forced to understand
No way out, no escape, hunted in the end
Just dead ends… every path leads to the same grave

Run away… before the night learns your name
Run away… this is the end


Barns drown in red, inverted crucifix
Chains click out loud, nightmares in the mix
My eyes can’t count all the ghosts I’ve seen
My soul can’t bear all the hell they’ve been


New harvests land on island
line by line, boat by boat
Hunters’ boots echo,
turning pale every throat

Wandering scarecrows
Caressed until they break
Farmer picks 'em one by one, bloody sun


Mothers holding empty
baskets of tulips
The devil acts the saint
With blood, the walls they paint


burning inferno
A goat on a circle
satisfying symbols
blood-stained sickles

Composer: Nima KhanLou