Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Star of Collapse, artist - Iapetus. Album song The Body Cosmic, in the genre Прогрессив-метал
Date of issue: 08.11.2019
Record label: iapetus
Song language: English
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 |