Onward Procession II. The Soil Calls Songtext
von Minsk

Thrown into the depths
A self-imposed exile
Gnawing at the marrow
The stragglers set to expire
Breathe, breathe


Unaware of the current, see the cost and its worth, unaware of our birth
The necessity of a cleansing never evident before
Unaware of the currency, the cost and its worth, unaware of our birth
Attention must be paid
Unaware of the current, see the cost and its worth, unaware of our birth
Gnosis, a foundation, realizing
Unaware of the currency, the cost and its worth, unaware of our birth
And it′s worth
Unaware
Attention you must pay