Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Decoded Poetry, artist - Epica. Album song The Solace System, in the genre Эпический метал
Date of issue: 31.08.2017
Record label: Nuclear Blast
Song language: English
Decoded Poetry |
Watch as the world turns around |
While your blink your eyes |
Time to awaken |
Abandon trivial laws you abide |
They hinder fulfillment and purpose of life |
Crusading dreams |
Fantasies, reality |
Dark clouds will overthrow |
A silver line will show |
Search for your destination |
Judgments fly by |
Decoded poetry lives in anthology |
Reveals severed visions of agony, secretly |
Imagine the face of the earth will lift up the veil |
No more pretending |
The only idols that fill you with hope |
Should not be the ones that will vanish in smoke |
Crusading dreams |
Fantasies |
You are the one behind the wheel |
Dark clouds will overthrow |
A silver line will show |
Search for your destination |
Judgments fly by |
Decoded poetry lives in anthology |
Reveals severed visions of agony secretly |
An inner war that weighs you down |
Take fate into your own hands |
And face the fury burning within |
This entity is your device |
You have to pay for your sins |
Summon your mind and you will prevail in the end |
Tempus solum est quod nos possidemus |
Ut ad praeteritum recedamus, non fieri potest |
Diem carpere mandatum nostrum est |
The present lives in you |
Memories created |
Venerate dedicate |
The time to live life and realize |
Extend your mind |
Accept defiance |
Ipse facis consilia |
Chasing ideals bound to be ruined |
Persequere imagines optimas |
Dark clouds will overthrow |
A silver line will show |
Search for your destination |
Judgments fly by |
Decoded poetry lives in anthology |
Reveals severed visions of agony secretly |
We can be |
We can see |
Everyone will fight to find their way |
I’m here to survive |
I’m stronger now and will fight |
Never hide |
I’m drawn by the light |
And will never run and hide |
Do not believe in tainted trust |
You’re blinded by the light |
The root of hate turns into dust |
Animus a quodam iuvatus |
Omnia effecit |