Harvest - Khoma

Kneel to pick up the stone

All that hides beneath comes to life

Been too silent too long

Grew inside of me

Speak black tongue

Now the ships have sailed

There’s only you and me, and false ideals

They became a part of me

Equip me with a blade

Give it time to heal

The pulse goes down, I can hear you crying

Say you’re ready to leave.

There is no point in trying

Forgive this part of me, Pray for it to be over (I wish it wasn’t so)

So i scream for air, in a world that’s choking (Just give me time to heal)