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Dour Song
05:58
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''-Days go on and on
with no change.
-Hey, schmuck of ages,
the sabbath's over''
Well it's one for the money
Two for the show
Three to get ready
But there's nowhere to go
The spirit strives on
The voice screams ''We are free''
Looking for beauty
But there's nothing to see
The last drop of freedom
Dies shattered with glass
Our hymns and our slogans
Fading out in the mass
Innocence corrupted
Falling out of the line
We're embracing this sickness
That is keeping us bound
Yesterday's determination
All vanished in smoke
And tommorow's make believes
They all sound like a joke
Running through this nightmare
Don't you tell us to stop
To late for all the begging
The revel ends when we drop
Night's exalted echoes
Dour songs of despair
Devoid of all the meaning
But the devil may care
Feigning all the smiling
Masks hiding the frown
Neon lights above us
Glimmer on our way down
The Sun will rise tommorow
And our dour songs will fade
Leaving a faint shadow
Whispering
Calling our names
Still there's no redemption coming
And no one around to blame
Only resignation and defiance
At whatever comes our way
Well, it's one for desperation
And it's two for the lies
And it's three for the sins
For the guilt in our eyes
Yesterday is buried
With the sins of the past
Living for the moment
Nothing's destined to last
Dusk wakes me reborn
And dawn buries me dead
And one more anguished cry
For the times when we bled
Vanished with the memory
Giving in to the haze
Set to self destruct
We're breaking free from our chains
Last beams of light
Withered away
With the regret
I rise from the grave
Indulging once more
To the need driving me mad
This circle of mine
Spins me around
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2. |
Build My Gallows High
04:46
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Oh, we've heard the chimes at midnight
Push your luck against the wind
Thrones made of gold, world in our hands
Spin it around, it's all a game
Dancing 'round the burial ground
Awake the dead to entertain
The dial's point spins out of control
And the grave you dig drags you in
In a world where life is sucked dry
And the only thing that goes forward is time
Reaching up to touch the sky
Build my gallows high
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3. |
Fool's Parade
05:04
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Backdoor shadow walked the trial line
With a contempt for obeying the command
Among the convicted, upholding the law
A mindless penalty making you numb
Does your mood align with the misery
And the crumbs of hope around
Or the razor sharp whispers twist the words
And what's left of the pride?
Watch out, boy, for the poisoned fangs
Sometimes they hide behind a smile
I've seen through this fog of lies
Coming down with servitude of a slave
Phantoms preying in the dark
Upon the weak when the lights go dim
Hopeless figures spin around
Holding hands with stench of defeat
Hearts clockwork speeding up
Does regret have it's weight in gold?
Georgie walked the fool's parade
Learning the rules, taught to obey
Weary eyes inflamed with scorn
Behind the masks, playing their foul game
Little people stuck in the roundabout
Theatre of the absurd
Throw them a bone and they'll tear one another apart
They're loving it
Georgie walked the fool's parade
Behind the curtain devils play
On signs of weakness the insects thrive
Put on a new mask for the crowd
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4. |
Penitenziagite
05:08
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Memories chained me down
Distant figures dancing in the fog
Where Sun stood silent breathlessly I gazed
Vivid visions of the past
In midst of the dance a familiar voice
Calling me in through the gates
Among the wrecked masses
And I've seen the men and women
Drowning in confusion
Pleasures unforgiven scorned by time eternal
Myriads of faces calling for the piper
Countless dozens of hands reaching out to take them over
Multitudes of sinners devoured by the silence
Where raindrops black as night fell down, solid as a stone
I walked among the endless crowd
And I found myself dancing in the middle
And I heard the voice whisper ''Repent, fool,
For you still bear the same old sins''
''I stand to face my judgement''
To the distant voice I said
''Bring forth your plagues upon me
I care naught 'bout dawns of morrow.
Before all Gods and Sun and stars vehemently I swear
I banish all the demons of guilt and disdain''
The devastating silence screamed out in dying anguish
And the cold mist around me, it faded out to darkness
And the sky was ripped apart by sound of life being reborn
And a new melody has sprung as this illusion faded away
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Regression of Style Zagreb, Croatia
Baptising the devils and corrupting the angels.
A four-piece consort creating harmony out of discord.
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