Virus - GRIEFJOY

I feel the commotion

Stare at the horizon

Awake the inflation

A sense that we will fight

To the end of the night

At sunrise, we shall seize

From northwest to southeast

Illusions, delusions

I know the conclusion

Feel the fire, feel the flames

Feel the (hear?) that get to the brain

Time to, time to go

Time to, time to go

See the shadow, see the breath

See them take (all of this bread?)

Time to, time to go

Time to, time to go

I feel the commotion

Stare at the horizon

Await the invasion

A sense that we will fight

To the end of the night

At sunrise, we shall seize

From northwest to southeast

Illusions, delusions

I know the conclusion

Feel the colors, feel the air

Feel the harp shift to despair

Time to, time to go

Time to, time to go

Hear them shouting, hear the pain

Hear them calling out in vain

Time to, time to go

Time to, time to go