Towards the End Lyrics
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Album | Ad Mortem Festinamus(2020) |
Type | EP |
Labels | Independent |
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5. Towards the End (5:06)
"Right, as the world goes, is only in question between equals in power, while the strong do what they can and the weak suffer what they must."
Darkness conceals the earth
The folk lies in a dream
But war of conscience is waging
Young khans strangle old kings
In an eternal scheme
And sword of Damocles keeps hanging
Towards the end we're heading
And there is no call spreading
To turn us back
To make a strain
False prophets of tomorrow
There's no one left to follow
Our days impend
Heaven forfend!
The rabble will never understand
The mighty soul of the lord
Thus whip must be hissing
His foresight is trivialized by the mob
Thus prison, exile and rope
The hangman and his sneering
Towards the end we're heading
And there is no call spreading
To turn us back
To make a strain
False prophets of tomorrow
There's no one left to follow
Our days impend
Heaven forfend!
For the people it's all the same
Which one is their harasser
For the people are deaf and blind
So crush'em! Crush'em! Crush'em!
Towards the end we're heading
And there is no call spreading
To turn us back
To make a strain
False prophets of tomorrow
There's no one left to follow
Our days impend
Heaven forfend!
Darkness conceals the earth
The folk lies in a dream
But war of conscience is waging
Young khans strangle old kings
In an eternal scheme
And sword of Damocles keeps hanging
Towards the end we're heading
And there is no call spreading
To turn us back
To make a strain
False prophets of tomorrow
There's no one left to follow
Our days impend
Heaven forfend!
The rabble will never understand
The mighty soul of the lord
Thus whip must be hissing
His foresight is trivialized by the mob
Thus prison, exile and rope
The hangman and his sneering
Towards the end we're heading
And there is no call spreading
To turn us back
To make a strain
False prophets of tomorrow
There's no one left to follow
Our days impend
Heaven forfend!
For the people it's all the same
Which one is their harasser
For the people are deaf and blind
So crush'em! Crush'em! Crush'em!
Towards the end we're heading
And there is no call spreading
To turn us back
To make a strain
False prophets of tomorrow
There's no one left to follow
Our days impend
Heaven forfend!
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Ad Mortem Festinamus - Lyrics
1. Perceval Lyrics | 2. Anubis (On the Onyx Throne of Death) Lyrics |
3. The Puritan Lyrics | 4. Pale Lady of Mercy Lyrics |
▶ 5. Towards the End Lyrics |
Ad Mortem Festinamus - Album Credits
Other staff
- Jacek Gruszka : Recording, Mixing, Mastering Engineer
- Diego Spezzoni : Cover Artwork
- Michał "Xaay" Loranc : Layout, Design