Testo
Hear me, hear the calling
Feel the space falling around you
Tragedy of a meaningless story
Born in innocence yet dissonant,
Blackened and doomed to fall
Was it all for nothing
Abandoned in the wilderness
Left alone to survive
With only faith in mind
To go forward like a lone old wolf
Left alone, no,
Now there's nothing else to fight for
Listen to the calling
Listen to the calling in your head
We're a time machine
Condensing endless ancient knowledge
Formerly sin, developed at will
To destroy and harvest, deploying madness
To burn it all
Burn it all, scorch the trees, stain the seas
And drain the stifled to feed a king
Primal senses and deeper instincts
Flourish in the wilderness
Primal senses brought back to life
Flourish in the wilderness
Collapsing, trapped in this place
I'm afraid I can only say
There is no way out for you
No way out
The calling of the wild is a cry for help
Or a cry for revenge
Earth shattering, soul cleansing