The Dying of the Embers Lyrics

Bloodstains, not rose petals lie on the path
To the gluttonous bed of the whore
For she, who is Satan, the waiting bloodbath
Is preparing her nations for war

For war!

Anthropogenic, dark angels wring
The fabric of life free of tears
Choking black fronds from the censers they bring
Encircle as Apocalypse nears

Midnight is the phase
Seismic second waves
End of final days near

Sorrowed Holocene
Blackened back to clean
Like Man has never been here

Nothing but burnt skies ever learnt
The fate of that terrible game
It is not this stirred circus
Strength that deserts us
Fires that hurt us
But the dying of the embers
That murders all hope for the flame

For the ghost of humanity to rise once again

Unsympathetic judgement descends
Nine billion souls under heel
Storm-clouds ablaze, razors slice through the ends
Of the Earth, with insatiable zeal

Midnight is the phase
Seismic second waves
End of final days near

Sorrowed Holocene
Blackened back to clean
Like Man has never been here

Nothing but burnt skies ever learnt
The fate of that terrible game
It is not this stirred circus
Strength that deserts us
Fires that hurt us
That brings on the pain

Nothing but burnt skies ever learnt
The fate of that terrible game
It is not this stirred circus
Strength that deserts us
Fires that hurt us
But the dying of the embers
That murders all hope for the flame

Our lengthening reach went astray
Ignoring the laws of our brittle existence
The universe, clawed, tore it away

Life is a dream in an endless charade
Armageddon deadens (Armageddon deadens, Armageddon deadens, Armageddon deadens)
History warned us but we chose to pray

We murdered all hope for the flame
For the ghost of humanity to rise once again

Nothing but burnt skies ever learnt
The fate of that terrible game
It is not this stirred circus
Strength that deserts us
Fires that hurt us
That brings on the pain

Nothing but burnt skies ever learnt
The fate of that terrible game
It is not this stirred circus
Strength that deserts us
Fires that hurt us
But the dying of the embers
That murders all hope for the flame