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We realized that the path to the ruins was much shorter than we thought it would be
We have to bow and repent for our sins
For we have become unholy
Every night, a new flesh in the burial grounds
While these lands have been begging for mercy
The birds of steel were soaring upon the towers of glass
So pray for forgiveness
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A View From the End
04:31
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Lying beneath the dead tree, singing a desperate melody, playing some deep chords
As thunder turns to words
The last leaf falls on the ground covered with ashes and dust
Broken bridges, burning corpses, a landscape laid to rust
This is our homeland, this is what we made of it
Are you proud of yourself ? We turned this eden to a wasteland
What did we sacrifice to create such an awful waste ?
What did we leave behind ? This is a view from the end
I face the desolation, and take a look back to my existence
Was it all preordained this way ?
What a beautiful price we pay
As the angel statues start praying on their knees
We know that all hope is gone
As the angel's eye begins to cry
We know the world is wounded, and rotten to the bone
As the wind remains silent, there's nowhere left to run
Just an empty desert to confess my sins
As the wax drips from the portrait, and the shadows swallow the sun
I stand on the edge of what once was and never ever will be
As the blood drips from the branches, and the roots are bathed in fire
I stand on the ashes of a world that screams for help.
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Rising Waters
03:07
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I watch all the world die, I see the life fading in a swing of a hand
No one will be left alive, the human race has come to an end
Begging for salvation, to avoid extermination
The sun will never shine again and the wounds shall remain
Suffer the violence of the tidal wave
The lords are taking back what they gave
The clouds are burning red, the ravens sing the dirge
Can't you hear the echoes of voices ?
Million years to build up a cradle
And a lifetime to destroy it all
We are the children of a promised land drowned in fuel and sand
The clouds are burning red, the ravens sing the dirge
Can't you hear the echoes of voices ?
They blessed us, created our home
We came to conquer now we crush it on our own
The story's written on bloody pages
An Eden fucked up through the ages
Suffer the violence of the tidal wave
You want a burden to bear ?
The lords are taking back what they gave
Suffer the violence of the tidal wave
The lords are taking back what they gave
The fallout is here, the bridges are broken
The candles are out, we're lost in the dark
It's damnation day, or payback, I can't say
The truth is we're all condemned to be cast astray
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Listen to the walls
These writings bear the truth, showing me the unsaid but done
The marks of our stupidity forever carved in stone
I the writer, I the messenger, I will carry these pages until the very end
These shadows are devouring my thoughts, fading in an ocean of complaints
I hear them sing, the dead lives in these ruins
Their voice resides inside my head
Their voice gets louder and reclaims their own chapter
Listen to the walls, they have seen it all
Like witnesses of our decline, holding back a grin at every line
Written in the blood of innocents
On their graves, the skeletons dance
Time flies but the memory remains in this hall of shame
I the writer, I the messenger, I will carry these pages 'til the very end
[Romain]
Is this my only role ? The ink has dried
The words escape me
But I write, I always write, to bury this legacy under the roots of the dead tree
I the writer, I the messenger, I will carry these pages til the very end
These shadows are devouring my thoughts, fading in an ocean of complaints
I hear them sing, hear them sing
The dead lives in these ruins.
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Home In Your Voice
04:20
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(instrumental)
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Legacy
05:28
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This is the end of the road
It's time to elevate my soul, and shed my body
Atlas set me free
I've walked too many miles, written too many lines
My legacy to a non-existing future
The wreckage I've seen, and the places I've been
The tombs of the martyrs who look down in shame
Spectators above the sphere standing for an ovation
Watching such a pathetic race leading itself to eradication
This is the end of the road, I'm caught in the eye of the storm
My soul is elevating, I shed my body
Atlas set me free
Rather than building the bridge, the man pierces the border
Rather than building the bridge, the man pierces and smashes the border
The greatest dream of man, to reach for the clouds and the upper
What is the point of all of this ? Cause to the highest you climb, from the highest you fall
I see the end of the tunnel, death is just a beginning
The eye of the storm awaits me
Ready to dive, the reaper opens his arms wide
I fall into the embrace of the deadly bride
Put the ring on my broken finger
As my breath ignites, I'm sinking deeper
And ascending faster
The limits of the clouds are meant for explorers, and not destroyers.
The greatest dream of man, to reach for the skies and to conquer the upper
What is the point of all of this ? Cause to the highest you climb
From the highest you fall.
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Highest Falls Toulouse, France
Yoann Jouve - Vocals
Stéphane Assier - Guitars
Quinn Logan - Guitars
John Kitzinger - Bass
Julien Assier - Drums
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