Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Vast , by - Fragments Of Unbecoming. Song from the album The Everhaunting Past, in the genre Release date: 15.10.2009
Record label: Cyclone Empire
Song language: English
Vast |
| A gathering nearby the deathless balk |
| (beneath) sable vultures, that circle round the dead |
| Forthcoming loss preludes the end of entity |
| These former nameless, the seed of primal bare calamity |
| Filthy silence awaits |
| An ancient revelation |
| Stormclouds gather forever |
| Evoked storms collect |
| I still remember the words they said |
| I can still hear sardonic laughs |
| Now I’m expelled — the outcast one |
| (Walk) through sylvan graveyards, where light touches none |
| Am I to be the last |
| Traversing baleful wilderness? |
| Amidst these woods so vast |
| Obeying my own restlessness |
| I’m following the trail of synthesis |
| Nothing else remains to be done |
| I’m longing for a path right out of this |
| I feel exhausted, my endmost chance has gone? |
| For what reason |
| Do I pass this burial lair? |
| Is there even a season? |
| Yet the treetops pant for air! |
| For what reason … |
| What if these fiendish roots trail to my grave? |
| Lightheaded and fevered, am I the only one (who is) able to save me? |
| What if these fiendish roots trail to my grave? |
| Lifeless, insensible, life turns out to enslave me |
| Am I the only one (who is) able to save me? |
| Lifeless, insensible, life turns out to enslave me |
| Underneath, I feel their rise — my fall |
| A fading bliss, their evident voracity |
| The coffin bearers raise to coffin me |
| Down below, I feel their rise — my fall |
| To end this show, their evident voracity |
| The coffin bearers raise to coffin me |
| For what reason |
| Do I pass this burial lair? |
| Is there even a season? |
| What if these fiendish roots trail to my grave? |
| Lightheaded and fevered, am I the only one (who is) able to save me? |
| Horizons vanish forever |
| Evoked storms collect |
| I still remember the words they said |
| I can still hear sardonic laughs |
| I´m the expelled — the outcast one |
| (Walk) through sylvan graveyards, where light touches none |
| Am I to be the last |
| Traversing baleful wilderness? |
| Amidst these woods so vast |
| Obeying my own — restlessness |
| Obeying my own — restlessness |
| … traversing baleful wilderness? |
| Restlessness! |
| … traversing baleful wilderness? |
| Restlessness! |