CINDERS Songtext
von APOPHY

The cinders start to catch
In the dry grass left unquenched
As I take my first breath
Twisting into the air of the west

No animal can flee me
No four walls to protect
Poisonous flesh fumes
Creeping death

Consuming the poor
That you have left
The sacred lands, the displaced Caretakers
Will be reduced
All to ash

For your destinies and birthrights
I will not yield
To falling dust and water cannons
All to ash
All to ash


What makes you think
Your money can snuff my light?
Cast your blame upon
Your own insufferable blight
What makes you think
Your tears can douse my might?

Your ancestors have drained the well
And left you to burn

Filled it with plastic
And left you to burn
Filled it with gas
Left you to burn

First the desert fields
Then the pines of green
You will lose your homes
And have no food to eat

The haze now starts to drift
Across the mighty plains
You think that this will end
Just because there′s so much space?

Launch your pride into the air
The sounds so sweetly similar
As climate migrants fill your streets
You will kill for air to breathe

Breathe deep