Cranes from SEVER by Chaotic Sequence

Sometimes I feel like the soldiers,
Who never returned from the bloodied fields,
Aren't perished in our ground
But turned into the cranes

Since those long gone times until today
They fly and give us signs, so we can hear them.
Isn't this why so frequently we silently, looking in the sky?



A tired flock is flying, flying up above us
Throughout the fog, at the end of day.
And among them there's a small gap,
Perhaps that's the place for me



The day will come when
I will float together with the cranes
In that same blue-gray mist,
With a bird's hailing out of the heavens,

Calling on all of you, whom I've had left down on earth.
Sometimes I feel like the soldiers,
Who never returned from the bloodied fields,
Aren't perished in our earth,
But turned into white cranes

• Deathcore
• Metal
• djent
• mathmetal
• progressive
• Kharkiv