'Setting off on September of 2014, Creshna is the inevitable outcome of years of mutual respect, appreciation and love between its members. \"The Fallout\" is only the starting point on a series of events and sequences, taking place after The War.''
Creshna
Greece
1.I Would Tell You Tales
2.Canticle
Wake up, Wake up son
For the world has changed
And the sun went dark
Forever or for now…
Like a breath in the silence
After a year’s sleep
I can still hear the whispers
The last rays of a dying sun
Stained the windows
Like clouding blood
As shadows crawled
Along the streets and grow
Wake up son…
For the world has changed…
A stupid dream is shattered
The beast humans have become
The knowledge lost in the abyss
In an instant I can see it all
An instinct buried in me
Shows me the way I wanted to go
The naked truth within me
Wants me all alone.
3.When Heroes Fade
Oh, what I’ve become,
Only the pain transforms a man
I wish I could
Could see the light on this damned path
Am I everyone, or anyone?
Wouldn’t I offer you some dignity?
Oh, the highest trees
Are chopped down first
And when heroes fade
Usurpers stay.
Digging deeper with my own hands
What I’ve become!
Accept my sins
Oh the light is so bright
Lost of sight in my mind
4.The Fallout
5.For All I Know
I watch you stare, through your window
Your wet sad face crying again
I watch you act through what you felt
I saw your mind flying away
I heard you left to another life
Relinquish me to fight with dust
I know you tried, at least I hope
You said you tried but that was so hard
But all I see is the pile of dead bodies
A rotten corpse of a dead child
But all I hear is the screams of a thousand men
Ringing in my ears like thunderous bells
But all I see is the ill-gotten spoils
Of the humanity we preserved
Alone, exiled
Here’s a burnt letter with my last breath.
6.The Precursor
My feet are nailed to the ground
Yet I still wander seeing the fall
The fights I gave for nothing
And the war to guard the book in its rightful place
It makes me wonder if the
Fortunate were those who died in the flash
Or we damned ourselves so that we could
Never truly live as whole
So we never leave our childhood behind
and we carry it along and it whispers.
Who does not listen to the voice of his own memories?
