Hands Buried in the Ground Songtext
von Etienne Carstens

A million bodies went away
Under white curtain they kneeled to pray
Noise and silence seem to melt
Small ghoul cries out to be held

With my hands buried in the ground
And the dirt starts to part
And the color fades to crimson
And this chest has lost its heart


The last breath I will spend
With my eyes shut in rue
The hurt of not confessing
How much I love you

The grass trembles peacefully
Below the violent relentless rain
The horizon shimmers with life
In a blanket of boiling hail

With my hands buried in the ground
And the dirt starts to part
And the color fades to crimson
And this chest has lost its heart


The last breath I will spend
With my eyes shut in rue
The hurt of not confessing
How much I love you