Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Descending Shadows, artist - pandemonium. Album song Insomnia, in the genre МеталDate of issue: 09.01.2002
Record label: Grand Master
Song language: English
Descending Shadows |
| Faithless gathered in the pouring rain — a crescendo of voices driven to the |
| edge |
| Wishing for complete serenity of the mind — a beautiful mosaic missing a piece |
| Eternal loss, forever engraved in the soul |
| Loveless, lifeless, lustless — Is this what all will become? |
| I see dark clouds looming ahead on our journey |
| Is there no end to this search? |
| Morbid visions of relentless slaughter, frozen tears and pain |
| Terrifying destruction, but all in vain… |
| As dusk falls quiet birdsong echoes in the wind |
| Broken by a piercing shriek… |
| The rising sun disperses mists over a battlefield |
| Shines on our epitaph, and we are gone |
| Faithless gathered in the pouring rain — a crescendo of voices driven to the |
| edge |
| Wishing for complete serenity of the mind |
| Stench of decay, emanating darkness allowing no sight |
| Flickering whispers of madness |
| And the gathered masses hear the flapping wings of death |
| Cries of despair echo through the void |
| Loveless, lifeless, lustless — Is this what all will become? |
| I see dark clouds looming ahead on our journey |
| Is there no end to this search? |
| Morbid visions of relentless slaughter, frozen tears and pain |
| Terrifying destruction, but all in vain… |
| Despite the strife to erase, unite and pacify, we reach the point of no return |
| The rising sun disperses mists over a battlefield, shines on our epitaph, |
| and we are gone |
| Sacred visions all depicting unation |
| Ridiculed or met with derision |
| Hopefilled prayers of what could have been |
| Are labeled as insanity |
| Hope might not yet be lost |
| All will not have to end |
| Hearts not yet turned to dust |
| Will know there is a way |
| The dawn brings to light a whole new world, shattered and broken |
| All hopes of a different outcome, have been forsaken |
| Faithless gathered in the pouring rain — a crescendo of voices driven to the |
| edge |
| Wishing for an instantaneous relief, with the blackened sky admitting no escape |
| The last remains, shattered to infinity |
| Loveless, lifeless, lustless — Is this what all will become? |
| The rising sun disperses mists over a battlefield |
| Shines on our epitaph, and we are gone |
| We’re gone… |