Ascending – …And You Will Know Us By The Trail Of Dead
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From a crashing light I was forced awake Clutching bloodshot eyes, wide and afraid Stark impressions of a vague, translucent day Distorts the room in a lazy way
A stubborn case of the young man’s blues Has gotten me scouring the streets for you Where shattered souls and cheated hearts Descend into a bedlam of scars
Parading past ancestral skulls Through calloused and bruised urban sprawls Hot sweat pours down a sunlit road Where life and death meet and explode
What can’t be ignored and can’t be explained Or captured in a song’s refrain Each fear I forced on to a page I read the words and I choked with rage
After the war, we left the dead on the shore But their screams and cries still haunt us wherever we go Our little boat caught in the ebb and the flow On the seas of wine where time has but forgotten us
Donde está el oro, donde están los heroes? Donde estaba el dia del sol para ellos? Where is the gold, where are all our heroes? Where is that day of sun that we have waited on?
Thrown by the wreck into the eye of the storm We cling to life though the gods have all abandoned us Our little boat caught in the ebb and the flow On the seas of wine where time has but forgotten us
Forced to be in the wrong place Being forced to fit, being forced to taste Misguided moment, I was caught By the sound of a bell on a police car
The scars, fresh upon my hands The child emerges, a new born man Vandals and martyrs, ragged purist stands Eyes wide like saucers rake the land