Текст песни Ascension - Project Pitchfork

In the darkest hour
No one listens
To a million screams
Out in the dark
What makes a
Difference anymore
We drenched our
Fantasies in gore

The depth
Of independency
How slow the wind
How slow the sea
The sun lurks
Into my room
Defeat the time
Let ideas bloom

Lift me up
From human tragedy
I want to look at you
Without disguise
I want to see
The entirety
Open my heart
And open my eyes

When nature falls
Upon itself
And lions die
By snow
An astral burst
Is a beauty to watch
But it's just not
For the show

In the darkest hour
No one listens
To a million screams
Out in the dark
What makes a
Difference anymore
We drenched our
Fantasies in gore