Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ashes IV , by - Diabolical. Song from the album Gallery Of Bleeding Art, in the genre Release date: 09.04.2009
Record label: ViciSolum
Song language: English
Ashes IV |
| Visions of a greater time to come — a journey in time |
| And man’s will to unite with equals in a shining kingdom |
| Looking down at the masses below |
| And the yearning for divine presence on earth |
| Caused rather the opposite |
| Crippled angel — a martyr with wings sawn off |
| Calling for vengeance |
| A dead saviour transformed into the great being |
| A guardian angel fallen from grace |
| A merciless smothering of any tendency |
| To break free from the cursed chains |
| Where every step forward is heading into |
| The arms of the being |
| Crippled angel |
| Welcoming every man too far away from the |
| World on fire that fell into oblivion |
| But as long as there are traces of life left to burn |
| This journey will continue |
| Can’t hide from the wretched being |
| Can’t hide from the reality any more |
| Can’t ignore the failure |
| Or that the downfall was unavoidable |
| Can’t hide from the wretched being |
| Can’t hide from reality any more |
| Can’t ignore the stricken’s chantings |
| Or heal the wounds that were self-inflicted |
| When all are dead and the earth has been scorched |
| He has won |
| When a hundred years have passed |
| And the silence still remains |
| He will celebrate the victory of time |
| When the earth is dead and everything is cold |
| He will come back for more |
| Because in the ashes of yesterday’s creations |
| There may still lie traces of hope |
| Walk in his footprints — settle for the earth |
| There is no cure now — let your body be his instrument |
| Kneel to the wicked — for yet another hundred years or more |
| Celebrate the crushing of yet another naive rebellion |
| When time has stopped and all hope has gone |
| He has won |
| When everything is frozen and nothing ever changes |
| He will celebrate the victory of time |
| When the earth is dead and everything is cold |
| He will come back for more |
| Because in the ashes of yesterday’s creations |
| There may still lie traces of hope |
| Walk in his footprints — settle for the earth |
| For he is your wicked superior |
| When everything is dead, and there is no escape |
| And there is no tomorrow, days that never came |
| Visions never realized, a future in the hands of the being |
| When everything is cold, the diabolical creation prevails |
| The journey continues |
| Visionary — an angel with wings sawn off |
| Begging for mercy |
| Diminished — I am the shadow |
| Watching the slow uprise |
| I shall not stay, nor shall my body |
| A timeless journey |
| Angel-like voices are fading away |
| Buried in ashes so cold |
| Where there is no light |
| There may still lie traces of hope |