Convulse – The Green Is Grey

In the middle of the green valleys deep inside the gloomy hills

conceals the origin of all that is in existence

Thousands of years ago people were pieces of us all

but now the virginity is gone and the green is grey

All of the time digging your own grave blind to see the omen of bloody end

It was time to sow but now it’s time to reap and your time withers away

like flowers in my meadow