Testo Kuno Esama

Our love warming, bugs are swarming,
countries warring, bulls are goring.
Fell like old trees, depth of the rings.
Towards life love and death.
Things that we need, dead that we grieve,
keep track of your things, your history.
Kingdom of the meek, séance wide.
Detonate your life in a triumph of days.
Where we've gone, where we stay.
All this love in disarray.