The Dying Of The Embers
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Lyrics
Bloodstains, not rose petals lie on the path
To the gluttonous bed of the whore
For she, who is Satan, the waiting bloodbath
Is preparing her nation's for war
For war.
Anthropogenic
Dark angels wring
The fabric of life free of tears.
Choking black fronds
From the censers they bring
Encircle as Apocalypse nears.
Midnight is the phase
Seismic second waves
End of final days near.
Sorrowed Holocene
Blackened back to clean
Like Man has never been here.
Nothing but burnt
Skies ever learnt
The fate of that terrible game
It is not this stirred circus
Strength that deserts us
Fires that hurt us
But the dying of the embers.
That murders all hope for the flame
For the ghost of humanity to rise once again
Unsympathetic judgement descends
Nine billion souls under heel
Storm-clouds ablaze, razors slice through the ends
Of the Earth, with insatiable zeal.
Midnight is the phase
Seismic second waves
End of final days near.
Sorrowed Holocene
Blackened back to clean
Like Man has never been here.
Nothing but burnt skies ever learnt
The fate of that terrible game
It is not this stirred circus
Strength that deserts us
Fires that hurt us, that brings on the pain
Nothing but burnt
Skies ever learnt
The fate of that terrible game.
It is not this stirred circus
Strength that deserts us
Fires that hurt us
But the dying of the embers
That murders all hope for the flame.
Our lengthening reach went astray
Ignoring the laws of our brittle existence, the universe clawed
And tore it away.
Life is a dream
In an endless charade
Armageddon deadens (Armageddon deadens)
(Armageddon deadens, Armageddon deadens)
History warned us but we chose to pray
We murdered all hope for the flame
For the ghost of humanity to rise once again.
Nothing but burnt
Skies ever learnt
The fate of that terrible game
It is not this stirred circus
Strength that deserts us
Fires that hurt us, that brings on the pain.
Nothing but burnt
Skies ever learnt
The fate of that terrible game.
It is not this stirred circus
Strength that deserts us
Fires that hurt us
But the dying of the embers.
That murders all hope for the flame.
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