Swansong Of a Dying Race 歌词

Pyramids of steel Piercing the heavens above Great structures challenging the ground itself Stone does our bidding Not that of the Earth Unlike those before us The land is our subjugate I speak the chorus in tongues And drift between worlds Buried deep in the noise Heretical voices grip me With emaciated fingers I tear at my birthmask Screams fill the corridors As the cold air strikes my face The first breath in a lifetime Halls thick with smoke and sulphur I choke as my eyes learn to see The insipid multitudes Chasing the horizons They ignore my pleas And march onward to nothing As gold turns to dust and ash in trembling hands And rotting silver fills our lungs The house of cards tumbles And seas of paper engulf vagrant and king alike As the sky turns to maggots And the land cracks and withers I watch and crumble Stale waters rise around the babbling hordes False dreams do not keep them afloat And beneath perpetual oceans they drown The vindicating clamour Of clerics and devotees Soar high toward the welkin But no words of comfort are returned Are no quarter offered As the vast web unravels ‘neath our feet And we fall into the ages of darkness A deafening hum of vapidity Is the only soundtrack to be heard