
Date of issue: 29.09.2013
Record label: Season of Mist
Song language: English
Divine - Appalling |
We came offering our souls. |
In search of light it’s easy to find shadows. |
At first all was clear as night. |
But this would prove to fade. |
As we pressed on deeper still, |
We found the land you sold as golden meadows. |
A blight ridden ashen ground |
And there we killed the truth. |
Then compassion died too. |
I know my death has a face. |
It is an image of you, |
And you’re plentiful. |
There we would build our mounds. |
On these scared cold plains, |
where dawn had turned to ashes. |
Amongst men with empty eyes |
Grace can’t be distinguished. |
In our quest for light |
We would advance and leave our wake in tatters. |
Just like death on a rampant ride |
On our zealous quest for you. |
There hung a rag for our wounds at the end of the line. |
It meant death to go back; |
It was a crime of the mind. |
When that whistle blew it was once more our time, |
to show our spirits were primed and our bodies were ripe. |
On the day we killed the truth |
And compassion died too. |
My death is an image of you |
In its grandeur and grace; |
Divine, appalling! |
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