Eclipse of Everything
https://www.realrocks.ru/neuromusic/music/2051497/
Жанр: Metalcore, Post-hardcore
Альбом: The Sorrow Hearth
Watch it fall… everything we built…
turns to ash beneath our hands…
I see the cracks beneath the crown,
The sky is bleeding, the world burns down.
We built our peace on borrowed bones,
Now every god has turned to stone.
I TRIED TO SCREAM BUT NO ONE CARED!
The sound was swallowed by the air!
We’re chasing ghosts in broken glass,
Pretending something here will last!
The light we praise just fades away,
We’re born to break, to die, decay.
So let it end, let it all collide,
We were never meant to stay alive.
We’re fragments lost in time’s disease,
A dying breath on poisoned seas.
We thought we’d conquer,
we thought we’d reign —
But all that’s left is endless pain.
This is the ECLIPSE OF EVERYTHING!
“THE SILENCE AFTER THE LAST SCREAM!”
OUR HANDS ARE TREMBLING IN THE FLAME!
We write our sins and call them names.
EVERY MONUMENT WE RAISE —
JUST MARKS THE END OF BETTER DAYS!
We fed on lies, we wore our crowns,
We tore the heavens, brought them down.
NOW ALL THAT’S PURE IS DRENCHED IN RUST!
WE’RE SHADOWS BUILT FROM COSMIC DUST!
The more we reach, the more we lose,
The truth was never ours to choose.
So let it end, let it all collide,
We were never meant to stay alive.
We’re fragments lost in time’s disease,
A dying breath on poisoned seas.
We thought we’d conquer,
we thought we’d reign —
But all that’s left is endless pain.
This is the ECLIPSE OF EVERYTHING!
“THE SILENCE AFTER THE LAST SCREAM!”
WE ARE THE GHOSTS WE USED TO FEAR!
THE VOICE THAT FADES BUT WON’T DISAPPEAR!
OUR HEARTS ARE WAR DRUMS,
CRACKED AND TORN!
STILL FIGHTING FOR A WORLD THAT’S GONE!
The stars collapse —
we turn to dust…
Nothing’s eternal… nothing’s just…
THE END IS HERE —
IT FEELS LIKE PEACE!
THE PAIN DISSOLVES —
THE NOISE, THE GRIEF!
NO GODS! NO KINGS!
NO MEANING! NOTHING!
So let it end, let it all collide,
We were never meant to stay alive.
WE’RE BROKEN STARS, WE’RE BURNING OUT!
In burning light, we find release,
A quiet death, a fleeting peace.
No crown, no god, no reckoning —
JUST THE ECLIPSE OF EVERYTHING!
“The light is gone…
but maybe that’s what it means to be alive…”
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