Grave New World - Neaera

Hand me the mask

Make me go blind

If it all slides down the spiral

Hand out the oil

When the fire’s spreading rashly

Pass us water to waste

We storm the castles of hate with rage

And burn the fortress of protection

Long live our emperor, we scream off our throats

As we chop off his head

If the dark is getting darker

We put out the last torch

When the air is getting thinner

Let us breathe faster

We storm the castles of hate with rage

And burn the fortress of protection

Long live our emperor, we scream off our throats

As we chop off his head

When the water’s getting dirtier

Let us pour out all poison

If with a smile I could make a change

Hand me the mask

We storm the castles of hate with rage

And burn the fortress of protection

Long live our emperor, we scream off our throats

As we chop off his head

If the truth is within reach

Let us call upon the lies

If I could see the way out

Make me go blind