Lyrics Naked Hands - Astarte

Naked Hands

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