Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sulphur, Charcoal and Saltpetre, artist - Lord Vicar. Album song The Black Powder, in the genre
Date of issue: 02.05.2019
Record label: Church Within
Song language: English
Sulphur, Charcoal and Saltpetre |
When I was a boy, all alone |
Could not go to sleep, I was afraid |
Thinking to myself, I must sleep |
Ordering myself: 'time to sleep |
But the veil of sleep would not come |
I would have to wait in my own dark room |
Imagining the world full of horror |
Looking through my blinds, reflecting all |
Did you think that you could? |
Take it in as you should? |
Or did you end up crying? |
Instead of dying trying… |
Old man staring through the eyes of a child |
Waiting in the mirror every time |
He would always open wounds I was hiding |
Horror, old trauma and the fear of dying |
These are the ancient measures |
The ingredients of nightmares |
Expecting tainted pleasures |
Receiving only pain |
I was a random child |
Selected to be taken |
Bullied and then tortured |
In the name of glory |
Forced to scream your prayer |
Repeating it ever louder |
Filling more bags of powder |
Until I dream of nothing |
Now I connect the wires |
Inhale the power of fire |
Offer my living soul |
Disappear in a hole |
'Do believe in our cause forever |
And forever will I stand by your side |
Powder and the flame are a priority |
But you know just how much you mean to me… |
There’s a proper time for separation |
And it’s a perfect way to say goodbye |
If the doubts arrive there’s a prayer |
It will help you be prepared to die |
Through the valley of the shadow of death |
You will need to hold your head up high |
Repeat the prayer through your final breath |
Eternal glory comes, and the final rest' |
Written on the walls at the house of sorrow |
You can find the names of those who burned |
Greater yet, the pain in little drawings |
I could not remain in that room |
But children of that place remain with us |
They illustrate the burden of our lies |
And make us feel the hell of all those memories |
Buried in the grave of the fireflies |