Lyrics Frostthrower - Ilsa

Frostthrower

Human all too human!
Written in lonesome sorrow
Holds hard truths
Herads downfall
In the newborn century
Oh what heavy hands!
What armies at your command!
I need not the blank expanse
Canvas of unknown failures
Pitiful, as it plods
It drags behind it
The stench of bloated justice
The death throes of countless
Fallen idols
Pained, painted faces
Desperate, braved
For what waits ahead
Charged with foul tasks
Set to destruct;
I create when I destroy
Fascist misinterpretations
Of our natures or creations
But human all too human
Perhaps it is true:
Maybe there is only so much
Damage we can undo
A burden that’s relentless
And yet is all our own:
To perish with a sneer
Where a smile could have grown
A burden that’s relentless
And yet is all our own:
To perish with a frown
Where a smile could have grown
Oh, what heavy hands!
What violence at your command!
Oh, what heavy hands!
What armies await your commands!