Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Misfortune of Virtue, artist - Elvenking. Album song Reader of the Runes - Divination, in the genre Фолк-метал
Date of issue: 29.08.2019
Record label: AFM, Soulfood Music Distribution
Song language: English
The Misfortune of Virtue |
Blind human beings |
Loading on other’s shoulders the fruit of their fears |
The holes in their souls are filled by thick delusions |
Shallow assumptions and words rubbed in the face |
Of the ones who cannot bear the weight |
Of this mess — the distress — and the anguish |
They claim they’ve chosen light over the dark |
Darkness my beauty, the only comfort of my life |
I am the one, my soul cast in amber |
Forever one, adrift on a crimson sea |
From the ashes all stains mend and disappear |
I am the one, in a sweet deathly slumber |
Far from the sun, in the shade of a fallen tree |
Misanthropic, the way of the pagan Lear |
God grant me the gift of tolerance |
For I alone cannot bear the burden of communion |
I’m not willing to sharpen the perception they all have of me |
I despise the ones that seek the truth in set phrases all written in vain |
As with a previously owned dress they try — to fit in the words |
They retrace others' lives, absorb their light |
And rebuild their own frail peace of mind |
They assail and censure — with a haughty and blatant smile |
Their arrogance, audacity, mistrust |
There is no place for me, I let all of you go |
I am the one, my soul cast in amber |
Forever one, adrift on a crimson sea |
From the ashes all stains mend and disappear |
I am the one, in a sweet deathly slumber |
Far from the sun, in the shade of a fallen tree |
Misanthropic, the way of the pagan Lear |
Answers don’t grow on a tree fed by fatuous conjectures |
There are more things in death than in any of their unconditional relishing lies |
In a world that has gone beyond, leave your memories behind, Undertaker |
And rest, forever endangered, forever alone |
I am the one, my soul cast in amber |
Forever one, adrift on a crimson sea |
From the ashes all stains mend and disappear |
I am the one, in a sweet deathly slumber |
Far from the sun, in the shade of a fallen tree |
Misanthropic, the way of the pagan Lear |
Who does not comprehend can leave |
The gathering is now closed, the invocation ended |
The misfortune of virtue |