This song opens a project that might feel unfamiliar to those who know my previous work. It’s colder. Darker. More restrained. “Terra Mater” is the voice of those who no longer believe in humanity — but still believe in the Earth. It is a manifesto not of people, but of those who have left them behind. This is not a call, not a sermon, not a comfort. It is a choice. Or the absence of one. Ahead lie still eight songs. Still eight perspectives. This track is only the first brush against something that may become an argument, a judgment — or a farewell. --- English lyrics below ⬇️ --- [verse 1] 眠っていた土が目を覚ます。 母なる大地の声が、沈黙の中から響く。 燃える森、枯れる川、裂ける空。 これは嘆きではない。これは裁きだ。 私たちは聞いた。その叫びを。 だから、刃を手に取った。 [chorus 1] テラ・マーテルよ 私たちはあなたの声 私たちはあなたの手 私たちはあなたの怒りと赦し [verse 2] 都市は毒を吐き、大地を蝕む。 鋼鉄の塔は空を切り裂き、 人の子らは忘れた、 誰が彼らを産み、育て、守ったかを。 だから、母なる大地は選んだ。 人を捨て、世界を守ると。 [verse 3] 私たちは聖なる選別者。 命の秩序を守る刃。 燃える森を見て泣かず、 腐る水を見て迷わず、 ただ、静かに手を伸ばす。 終わりは始まり。裁きは救い。 [chorus 2] テラ・マーテルよ あなたの夢は私たちの祈り あなたの痛みは私たちの誓い あなたの沈黙は私たちの歌 [Outro] 私たちは人間ではない。 もう違う。 私たちは大地の声。 石の中の記憶。 根の奥の怒り。 そして、風の中の赦し。 --- English lyrics --- [verse 1] The sleeping earth begins to wake, Mother Earth's voice breaks the silent ache. The burning trees, the rivers dry, The torn-up sky is not her cry— It is her law, her final sound. And so we rise, with blades unbound. [Chorus 1] O Terra Mater, we are your voice, we are your hand, we are your wrath and your release. [verse 2] The cities choke, the earth decays, Steel towers tear the skies away. The children born forgot her name, The one who bore and kept and gave. And so Mother Earth chose her vow: To cast off man, to heal somehow. [verse 3] We are the chosen, sacred few, The blade that keeps the order true. We do not cry for burning trees, Nor tremble near corrupted seas. We reach with calm and steady hand— The end is birth. The judgment: land. [Chorus 2] O Terra Mater, your dream is our prayer, your pain is our vow, your silence our song. [Outro] We are no longer flesh and bone, No longer human, not alone. We are the voice beneath the land, The stone’s long memory in hand, The root-born rage, the wind’s release— A judgment made in whispered peace.
