It feels like a clash between elements, between water and fire.
Erupting from deep down below and reaching higher and higher.
It feel like death itself and it hurts too much.
Hurting like the beginning of time sometimes almost fun.
No matter how fast you run it keeps calling your name.
Through the stones under your feet.
Through the ceiling above your head.
Writer/s: Herman Gillis / Jo Casters / Marianne Valvekens