Antipronic Decay II
Whispering tree bark ventures the ground
In search for planes, parched soil free
Gaining seconds, gaining breaths every moment
As shallow words take shape and see
As life is fading, their life is gone
Colors turn brown; white turns dead
A stench of new times comes into play
A void appears to wash down leaves
From branches now melted on their trees
As I feel too velvet, as I feel decay

Opos dikos mon cheilos blepe be kaio mesa mavros fotia
Kathe meros ek ego o idios itan xypno
Dikos mon mati pipto mazi
Ego o idios itan yparxi apo arthro gi mono tau
Gia panta ftheiro

As my lips were burned in black fire
Every part of me was awake
To smell the unavoidable death
I was being scorched by the earth itself
Forever decay.

Gi panta ftheiro
A stench of new times comes into play
A void appears to wash down leaves
From branches now melted on their trees
As I feel too velvet, as I feel decay.
Gia panta ftheiro
Gia panta ftheiro