After the Storm - Atrocity

See the fields, wasted land

It seems life was taken away

Mountains turned grey

Clouds turned dark

Colours have changed

Senses disturbed

A shadow is lying upon a green hill

The flowers asleep, the world stands still

At once

For all

After the storm

After the storm

Smell the air of wasted land

It seems beauty was taken away

Valleys turned grey

Sun turned dark

Colours have changed

Senses disturbed

A shadow disappears from a green tree

The flowers awake, the world’s getting free