Harvest (Khoma)

Kneel to pick up the stone All tha hides beneath comes to life Been too silent too long Grew inside of me Speak black tongue Now the ships have sailed There's only you and me, and false ideals They became a part of me Equip me with a blade Give it time to heal The pulse goes down, I can hear you crying Say you're ready to leave. Pray for it to be over (I wish it wasn't so) So i scream for air, in a world that's choking (Just give me time to heal)