I, Atlas Lyrics
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Album | Barton's Odyssey(2015) |
Type | Album (Studio full-length) |
Genres | Technical Death Metal, Metalcore |
Labels | Coroner Records |
Album rating : 97.5 / 100
Votes : 2
Votes : 2
8. I, Atlas
Terrified and torn between
The bloom of creation
And the kiss of the reaper
Pulverized by the cataract
The perfume of his life
Rained like white dust
(A sinister chorus), a sinister chorus,
A typhonic symphony drummed up by thunder and black hail
Sung for our funeral
Your ending is your beginning
Jump off the cliff with both your hands free
Jump off the cliff with both your hands free
Let go of the iron scepter
From the lord of time and revenge
You won't be able to fly
Pulverized by the cataract
The perfume of his life
Rained like white dust
Terrified and torn between
The bloom of creation and
The kiss of the reaper
(A sinister chorus), a sinister chorus,
A typhonic symphony drummed up by thunder and black hail
Sung for our funeral
Here he was standing, facing the very last bluff
Petrified, hanging on at world's end
His entire life contained in his final breath
Dismantled
We fade to black
Closing the chronicle
The curtain falls
Yet all becomes distinct
There is no revival
Without end
Eternity is a blazing phoenix
"Spared and safe from the Armageddon
Forged by a dialogue of words stronger than steel
Blowing on the ashes that concealed a message
A dusty epistle drafted by Atlas
Inwardly, outwardly
Gaïa had reached me deeply
A legend in the shape of an island
Will set us free
The bloom of creation
And the kiss of the reaper
Pulverized by the cataract
The perfume of his life
Rained like white dust
(A sinister chorus), a sinister chorus,
A typhonic symphony drummed up by thunder and black hail
Sung for our funeral
Your ending is your beginning
Jump off the cliff with both your hands free
Jump off the cliff with both your hands free
Let go of the iron scepter
From the lord of time and revenge
You won't be able to fly
Pulverized by the cataract
The perfume of his life
Rained like white dust
Terrified and torn between
The bloom of creation and
The kiss of the reaper
(A sinister chorus), a sinister chorus,
A typhonic symphony drummed up by thunder and black hail
Sung for our funeral
Here he was standing, facing the very last bluff
Petrified, hanging on at world's end
His entire life contained in his final breath
Dismantled
We fade to black
Closing the chronicle
The curtain falls
Yet all becomes distinct
There is no revival
Without end
Eternity is a blazing phoenix
"Spared and safe from the Armageddon
Forged by a dialogue of words stronger than steel
Blowing on the ashes that concealed a message
A dusty epistle drafted by Atlas
Inwardly, outwardly
Gaïa had reached me deeply
A legend in the shape of an island
Will set us free
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Barton's Odyssey - Lyrics