Naked Hands - Astarte

Wondering hands, the trees!

The naked stones of grey beauty

Gathered to kiss the ground’s hunger

Extatic hate upon man’s reply

The war against human instinct

I summon the dirty blood of what we are covered

Still I watch the sky

I see within a cry

For what we fear!

For the why we leave!

Naked hands, the forgotten trees

Stare as I paint the last eagle

The symbol of life

The black sign of the sky

A last leaf of a tree

The only breath left

Questions have been made to give no answers

On the hill I gaze the fortress

Made by Nature’s hands

It stares useless for the weak ones

But precious for those who know the way

Still!

I watch the sky

I see without wanting to cry

For what we still believe

For the reason we live