With a sickening sound our denial crumbles around every aspect of our darkening lives where we all have too long watched in quiet disgust kept in
[INSTRUMENTAL] ["And it was the last thing they saw Everyone seemed to freeze at once and watch For it was the most beautiful and frightening thing
lands whose ways are lost Without the strength to carry on All values lost, all virtue gone Did you think that you would be saved By burning flags to
Enveloped in a sentiment A sound that rushes over me Engage an impulse to pretend I have a faith as pure Not forgetting what it means to dream Indulging
See the faces. Etched in stone. The frozen faces of multitudes. that echo forth and on forever and on forever. The songs of youth that sing forever. Onward
At the end of days, at the end of time When the sun burns out, will any of this matter? Who will be there to remember who we were? Who will be there to
At first light lay proud foundations Sense the greatness that before you unfolds Seek no more for hollow answers Answers that lay within you all along
Eyes betray the soul and bare its thinking Beyond words they say so many things to me A stranger here reborn, it seems Awaking wonders deep in me If nothing
appear I know I'll find you staring at the sky Pointlessly reaching for some light You hope to guide your sorry way Your body bleeding Your body burned
[INSTRUMENTAL] ["And it was the last thing they saw Everyone seemed to freeze at once and watch For it was the most beautiful and frightening thing anyone
Traduzione: Trivium. A View Of Empires Burning.
: [INSTRUMENTAL] ["And it was the last thing they saw Everyone seemed to freeze at once and watch For it was the most beautiful and frightening thing
: Forget your fears, and want no more Forget your fears, and want no more At first light lay proud foundations Sense the greatness that before you unfolds
godless lands whose ways are lost Without the strength to carry on All values lost, all virtue none Did you think you would be saved By burning flags
: At the end of days, at the end of time When the sun burns out will any of this matter? Who will be there to remember who we were? Who will be there
: Enveloped in a sentiment A sound that rushes over me Engage an impulse to pretend I have a faith as pure Not forgetting what it means to dream Indulging
