Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Closer to Scaffold , by - Aenaon. Song from the album Extance, in the genre Прогрессив-металRelease date: 19.01.2014
Record label: Aural
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Closer to Scaffold , by - Aenaon. Song from the album Extance, in the genre Прогрессив-металCloser to Scaffold |
| The descent from the vault |
| shows itself to be infinite |
| Transcendent and complete |
| revealed an attribute of divinity |
| Sidereal zones of waste |
| another one garden of silent guilt |
| Religious supremacy sense |
| the land of gnosis under the human beliefs |
| The shining orb of the moon, |
| the human race and the wild beasts |
| by earthly limbs and flesh |
| This fusion mass brings the world to birth |
| When everything has been tried in vain, |
| like the storm of modern duality |
| Marching in existence |
| the whole heaven shouts and shakes |
| The mankind was born of the waters |
| now it’s time to return in flames |
| The stars are set beyond death |
| and heaven looked upwards for the human race. |
| Nailed in centuries, the fall of crest and crown |
| for all the fires are dim, our souls are still in bounds |
| And through all varied smoke and cries, the roaring of the sun, |
| The noise of little lives and brave, reflects the steps so far |
| Doom and Hope |
| Denial and Fate |
| Regret and Return |
| Hail! |
| Hail! |
| In a cosmic reflection, immortals we will be |
| against the laws of gravity, we climbed and disappeared |
| Nailed in centuries, the fall of crest and crown |
| for all the fires are dim, our souls are still in bounds |
| And through all varied smoke and cries, the roaring of the sun, |
| The noise of little lives and brave, reflects the steps so far |
| «Some are hung splayed out, exposed to the empty winds, |
| some are plunged in the rushing floods — their stains, |
| their crimes scoured off or scorched away by fire. |
| Each of us must suffer his own demanding ghost. |
| Then we are sent to Elysium’s broad expanse, |
| a few of us even hold these fields of joy till the long days, |
| a cycle of time seen through, cleanse our hard, |
| inveterate stains and leave us clear ethereal sense, |
| the eternal breath of fire purged and pure. |
| But all the rest, once they have turned the wheel of time for a thousand years: |
| God calls them forth to the Lethe, great armies of souls, |
| their memories blank so that they may revisit the overarching world once more |
| and begin to long to return to bodies yet again.» |
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