歌曲 | The Grave Of Civilisation |
歌手 | Void of Silence |
专辑 | The Grave of Civilization |
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 |