Climate crisis, war and a digitised life they never chose: the young inherit storms they never sowed. But between the ruins they gather and build, and plant gardens where others killed.
Lyrics
We inherit storms we never sowed
A burning earth, a scorching road
Invoices stamped in fossil grey
For yesterday's decadence to pay
Fewer in number, louder in grief
No mercy planned, no swift relief
ARV AV ASKA! Born beneath a burning sky
ARV AV ASKA! Too young to rule, too proud to die
The futures sold while we were young
One hymn of ash on every tongue
They hushed the science, kept the yield
Sold the coastline, drained the field
They call us anxious, call us weak
We only measure what they refuse to speak
Every generation feared the end
Ours is first with proof to defend
Still we gather, still we build
Gardens planted where they killed
Carry. Grieve. Fight. Rebuild. Carry. Grieve. Fight. Rebuild.
ARV AV ASKA! Born beneath a burning sky
ARV AV ASKA! Too young to rule, too proud to die
The futures sold while we were young
One hymn of ash on every tongue
Arv av aska...
The ash remembers what the fire forgot
And green blades pierce the barren plot
Where rotten empires decompose
The children harvest what they sowed
Credits
Guitars, bass, drums and vocals performed and recorded by Servant of Insanity.
Violin, strings and synths: AI-assisted arrangement, edited by Servant of Insanity.
Produced, mixed and mastered by Servant of Insanity.