Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Imperial Requiem, artist - IXXI. Album song Assorted Armament, in the genre Date of issue: 27.02.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Osmose
Song language: English
Imperial Requiem |
| Ours is the calling of the descendants of a forlorn breed of masters: |
| A gathering of those that stand in no ranks, a unification of those who’s |
| spirits are alien. |
| A guiding star for those that does not ever follow. |
| All heirs to virtues, duties and priviliges — our souls might still only |
| whisper to us. |
| I am such a free spirit, my laughter is wholesome and warm where others weep. |
| My reaction is pity where others are jealous or angered, |
| my love carries as much hatred for life and existence as it carries private |
| reverence. |
| I am too strong to be weak and thus I rest always in the most perilous of |
| circumstances |
| — that is my duty toward any sentimental emotion! |
| A tough duty, to be sure, |
| one that has lessers beat (and thus defined!) — but what then of my priviliges? |
| — Beyond good and evil. |
| As close to a god as any man will ever come. |
| The 19th century echoes the gloom of our faltering golden age, degeneration |
| flourishes in protective illusions where symptoms are made gods unto causes |
| — anything more elevated is evil and thus a source of real pride. |
| And thus a source of real pride… |
| Lo! |
| Behold the last stuttering days of our modern Roman Empire! |