Текст песни Crows-An-Wra — No mystery but the mystery of harmony

Whispers and rumours of a beach hidden below us
The predictability of history
Alright be ready be armed
Have you heard this all before?

Nothing and everything is new
Desire the paint brush yourself the canvas
I can't help you
These words are old yet the beach awaits

Pumped back in

The theology is alive but its lover is distant, our adventure is simple

Reunite these lovers of action and theory
For ourselves your heart and the marvellous
Steal, loot, plunder life and commodities
Open the door to your heart!

Because it's time to love
Trust in self, trust in action
There’s nothing to prove

Destroy your objects they mean nothing like the future
They mean nothing just like the future
We are the threat and we're coming

Reclaim the sound of beating hearts
The streets will be ours again.
The streets will be ours again.