The Grave Of Civilisation 歌词

	Relics and dust beneath*
	My weary feet
	All that remains
	Of the world I remember
	Acrid and fertile the stench of decay
	Enters my mind
	And writes in my soul
	This desolate place, once so alive
	Is now dead and cold
	I envy the dead
	The grave of civilization
	It stretches all around me
	The silence is painful
	It cannot be kept out
	I’m left alone with
	The sound of emptiness
	My footfalls echo off
	The monoliths of grey concrete
	Relics and dust beneath
	My weary feet, all that remains
	Of the world I remember
	Paint with destruction
	Upon canvas of concrete
	The proud laid low
	Lives are rendered in bone
	Where once the hives of man
	Strove to pierce the sky
	A warren of decay spreads
	For mile upon mile
	A gentle blanket of ash
	Smothers remembrance and grief
	But none are left alive
	No one still breathing to weep
	Ominous mournful clouds
	Shroud the ghost of the sun
	I wander these ruins alone
	And beg for the end to come
	Skeletal remains of buildings
	Claw at the poisoned sky
	Like withered fossilised hands
	Of long dead gods
	Corpse city shells
	Of extinct titan insects
	The howl of the restless wind
	Through the rusted pipes
	An assemblage of melancholy artifice
	The arrogant folly
	Of mankind’s avarice
	The swollen red sun sets
	For the final time
	In a thousand years
	The dead glassy earth is growing cold
	Filthy snow tumbles
	Form a sickly glowing sky
	It settles upon the endless
	Ruin and bones
	There can be no return from this
	I envy the dead

	Relics and dust beneath
	My weary feet
	All that remains
	Of the world I remember
	Acrid and fertile the stench of decay
	Enters my mind
	And writes in my soul
	This desolate place, once so alive
	Is now dead and cold
	I envy the dead
	The grave of civilization
	It stretches all around me
	The silence is painful
	It cannot be kept out
	I' m left alone with
	The sound of emptiness
	My footfalls echo off
	The monoliths of grey concrete
	Relics and dust beneath
	My weary feet, all that remains
	Of the world I remember
	Paint with destruction
	Upon canvas of concrete
	The proud laid low
	Lives are rendered in bone
	Where once the hives of man
	Strove to pierce the sky
	A warren of decay spreads
	For mile upon mile
	A gentle blanket of ash
	Smothers remembrance and grief
	But none are left alive
	No one still breathing to weep
	Ominous mournful clouds
	Shroud the ghost of the sun
	I wander these ruins alone
	And beg for the end to come
	Skeletal remains of buildings
	Claw at the poisoned sky
	Like withered fossilised hands
	Of long dead gods
	Corpse city shells
	Of extinct titan insects
	The howl of the restless wind
	Through the rusted pipes
	An assemblage of melancholy artifice
	The arrogant folly
	Of mankind' s avarice
	The swollen red sun sets
	For the final time
	In a thousand years
	The dead glassy earth is growing cold
	Filthy snow tumbles
	Form a sickly glowing sky
	It settles upon the endless
	Ruin and bones
	There can be no return from this
	I envy the dead

	Relics and dust beneath
	My weary feet
	All that remains
	Of the world I remember
	Acrid and fertile the stench of decay
	Enters my mind
	And writes in my soul
	This desolate place, once so alive
	Is now dead and cold
	I envy the dead
	The grave of civilization
	It stretches all around me
	The silence is painful
	It cannot be kept out
	I' m left alone with
	The sound of emptiness
	My footfalls echo off
	The monoliths of grey concrete
	Relics and dust beneath
	My weary feet, all that remains
	Of the world I remember
	Paint with destruction
	Upon canvas of concrete
	The proud laid low
	Lives are rendered in bone
	Where once the hives of man
	Strove to pierce the sky
	A warren of decay spreads
	For mile upon mile
	A gentle blanket of ash
	Smothers remembrance and grief
	But none are left alive
	No one still breathing to weep
	Ominous mournful clouds
	Shroud the ghost of the sun
	I wander these ruins alone
	And beg for the end to come
	Skeletal remains of buildings
	Claw at the poisoned sky
	Like withered fossilised hands
	Of long dead gods
	Corpse city shells
	Of extinct titan insects
	The howl of the restless wind
	Through the rusted pipes
	An assemblage of melancholy artifice
	The arrogant folly
	Of mankind' s avarice
	The swollen red sun sets
	For the final time
	In a thousand years
	The dead glassy earth is growing cold
	Filthy snow tumbles
	Form a sickly glowing sky
	It settles upon the endless
	Ruin and bones
	There can be no return from this
	I envy the dead

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