Fragore Songtext
von Conjuring

Blindness, the ailment in the eyes of man
The art of seeing, a dire struggle and plan
Rise we may, scaling peaks of false might
Only to plummet, engulfed in eternal night

In the shadows of frost, fear′s silent birth
Nature's veins tremble on this earthly earth
From infancy, shackled to obedience we crawl
Echoes forgotten, the trees′ silent call


Blindness, the ailment in the eyes of man
The art of seeing, a dire struggle and plan
Rise we may, scaling peaks of false might
Only to plummet, engulfed in eternal night

A requiem for the blind, a dirge for the lost
In the echoes of frost, where shadows tossed
Awaken, O brethren, to nature's silent plea
A symphony of roots, a call to be free

Unravel the chains, let the roots speak
For the language of the earth, the wise seek
In the dance with decay, find renewal's breath
A marriage with nature, a life beyond death