Onward Procession II. The Soil Calls - Minsk

Thrown into the depths

A self-imposed exile

Gnawing at the marrow

The stragglers set to expire

Breathe, breathe

Unaware of the current, see the cost and its worth, unaware of our birth

The necessity of a cleansing never evident before

Unaware of the currency, the cost and its worth, unaware of our birth

Attention must be paid

Unaware of the current, see the cost and its worth, unaware of our birth

Gnosis, a foundation, realizing

Unaware of the currency, the cost and its worth, unaware of our birth

And it’s worth

Unaware

Attention you must pay