Fading Lyrics
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Album | Languid(2019) |
Type | Album (Studio full-length) |
Genres | Metalcore, Post-Hardcore, Melodic Death Metal |
Labels | Hell's JK Records |
Album rating : –
Votes : 0
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9. Fading (7:18)
May the flames guide my way
Guide my soul
Thy kingdom come and go
Rise and fall
Flying sparks across the dark
Silence lies
Human dregs, putrid flesh
Devouring sludge with such foresight
Liberation has left me astray
Thrall has defined me
After years of torture
I find myself craving more
Like a brush in hand of a young artist
The creator wields their blessed scourge
Fire fades for now to bring in darkness
Everything that rises must converge
The hollow sun smears the ashen sky
Once collapsed a slumber is no more
New blood will join the lifeless soil
Yet the flowers bear no fruits
Come full circle
Serpents of oblivion
Come full circle
Mortals at the meridian
Frail and feeble, afraid and shriveled
In reclusion lives man
Furtive treason, grey and lethal
Cinders I shall rescind
Godforsaken, now awakened
Far out on the wasteland
Tables laden, wights partaken
Let the feasting begin
Where all ends meet
The vastnesses of humanity
A world be painted
It ought to be red as dark as the soul in me
Guide my soul
Thy kingdom come and go
Rise and fall
Flying sparks across the dark
Silence lies
Human dregs, putrid flesh
Devouring sludge with such foresight
Liberation has left me astray
Thrall has defined me
After years of torture
I find myself craving more
Like a brush in hand of a young artist
The creator wields their blessed scourge
Fire fades for now to bring in darkness
Everything that rises must converge
The hollow sun smears the ashen sky
Once collapsed a slumber is no more
New blood will join the lifeless soil
Yet the flowers bear no fruits
Come full circle
Serpents of oblivion
Come full circle
Mortals at the meridian
Frail and feeble, afraid and shriveled
In reclusion lives man
Furtive treason, grey and lethal
Cinders I shall rescind
Godforsaken, now awakened
Far out on the wasteland
Tables laden, wights partaken
Let the feasting begin
Where all ends meet
The vastnesses of humanity
A world be painted
It ought to be red as dark as the soul in me
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