Heritage-DAMNED SPRING FRAGRANTIA

Heritage - DAMNED SPRING FRAGRANTIA We're gone, We crashed on blindfold To the boundaries of our barren world. We're gone, the shockwave returns And so we collide once more. With our knees forced to the ground We used to play as servile hounds, This is the first surge of the revolution, Infecting our own kind with the sharp seeds of wrath. This is the first surge to the evolution. Unchained and still unfree, In the eternal shadows melee, We march towards unknown gates, Blending as accords of disharmony. With our limbs outstreched to the skies We used to play as frightened flies, We are the first surge to the evolution. We move, carrying the paradox within. Contradiction to its highest top How could existence take shape Through inactive forms? In relentless motion, The answer appears And vanishes anew. Contradiction to its highest top How could existence take shape Through inactive forms?