Baskadia

Antithesis

For all the tears

That roll up the cheek

The broken promises

I mean to keep

For mighty thunders

That rise up the ground

And endless oceans

Still Inland bound

My heart dwells in

Echos of past

For present times,

they do not last

For even great men

End in a catacomb

I wish i was born in a casket

And could die in a womb