Lyrics The Star of Collapse - Iapetus

The Star of Collapse

The Gravedigger’s shovel hits the dirt
The tip of his blade lingers on the surface;
Here lies the last of the unpierced soil
He begs for the strength to refuse his work
To reject his function, to forfeit his design;
He will not dig, he will not defile
Or so it goes (in his dreams);
And so it has gone (it has gone);
And so it will go (so he will dig)
He casts his eyes
Towards the scorched horizon;
An unearthly lightning splits the sky
A sick-black angel’s breath
Creeps towards the stars;
Its ghostly fingers pull down
A torch of mass-produced fire
And below its bitter light
The Gravedigger digs the graves
For all mankind
Or so it goes (in his dreams);
And so it has gone (it has gone);
And so it will go (so he will dig)
He pushes his shovel into the ground
Around him blare the trumpets of doom
Blood runs from his hands
The spade stained red;
Self-hate made manifest;
To find purpose in burying the dead
«Why?»
he cries, «Why end this life?»
«Why bury innocence under an ocean of dirt?»
Behind him sounds a sinister song;
A poisonous whisper;
An answer from the stars
He turns to face what he knows is there;
She who commands his work;
The many-armed siren;
angel of history;
A body of smoke, floating above the ground
«You have done this!»
he declares
«You have made them this way!
You have made it so!»
«A grotesque ballet;
A play staged by choice
There is no innocence here;
No purity among men
Squandered gifts
Turned violence to virtue;
Tools of creation
Repurposed for hate.»
He stands defiant in the angel’s radiant flames
«The illusion of choice;
choices made from a cage
Have you ever seen anything such as this?
The power, the beauty, the love?
Offer them another chance!
Free the potential buried here by my hands.»
«Choice within limits
As vast as the cosmos
Chances that outnumber the stars
Devolution, instead;
Reversion to primitive states
A desire for blood, the death of compassion;
Their well performed art: the harvest of pain.»
«Evolutionary impulse;
can you fault them?
Reptilian brain;
can they be blamed?»
«There did exist the space
For love instead of hate;
For peace instead of pain;
For empathy and grace
Some of them knew what all could know;
Most others rejected en masse
They made their choice to die;
They made their choice to dig.»
The air begins to tremble;
The ground begins to crack
The trumpets crescendo;
A storm through creation;
Swaths of existence
Ripped straight from the Earth
The angel points to the abyss
He hangs his head, the last grave left;
A choice and a chance
He drops his shovel
His mistakes can never be undone
The Gravedigger—old, broken, tired
Lowers himself into the grave
Closes his eyes
And takes his final breath