The earth is red with the blood of the ancestors
The crimson mist is filling our fragile lungs
The taste is still in the putrefied darkness of our mother
Deep inside the soil, our blood feeds the serpent
Nourishing its maligned hunger for deadly sins spoken by the father
The heinous serpent of power suffocates light souls
Taking away the divine sparks and induces darkness
Rooted deep inside Gaia the music of change is vibrating
Our time will come when we will all be aligned with the ancestors
Blood for blood
Victoria Odey 