The Shattering
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โฑ๏ธ 9:13 duration
๐ ID: 14398529
๐ Lyrics
Summer has died. Cold long winter is here
Blessed by grey clouds from the yearning skies
I walk endlessly through this bleak landscape
A mental graveyard before my drunken eyes
There I discover the trinity of ugliness
The shapes of naked banshees, surreal
Stumbling and tumbling, slow on my feet
The smell of frozen grass hits me relentlessly
A flash clasps me as I'm falling to the ground
The final mark of demise is an epitaph for pigs
I wonder as I wander through barren wastes
As barren as the very heart in me;
"Why should I walk on, why not just lay here?"
But the yearning skies are silent - there are no answers
A flash clasps me as I'm falling to the ground
The final mark of demise is an epitaph for pigs
Blood has become the art - it is the shattering
Oblivion is my name - remember my name, ad infinitum
The lassitude is a companion to the art
As we used to dream of halcyon days
But somewhere, something went so wrong
We all gave pearls to pigs for too long
Cold. So cold it has become here
My throat is a vast glacier. My limbs are alps
At the summit everything is torn and shattered
By the endless winter in me
Blessed by grey clouds from the yearning skies
I walk endlessly through this bleak landscape
A mental graveyard before my drunken eyes
There I discover the trinity of ugliness
The shapes of naked banshees, surreal
Stumbling and tumbling, slow on my feet
The smell of frozen grass hits me relentlessly
A flash clasps me as I'm falling to the ground
The final mark of demise is an epitaph for pigs
I wonder as I wander through barren wastes
As barren as the very heart in me;
"Why should I walk on, why not just lay here?"
But the yearning skies are silent - there are no answers
A flash clasps me as I'm falling to the ground
The final mark of demise is an epitaph for pigs
Blood has become the art - it is the shattering
Oblivion is my name - remember my name, ad infinitum
The lassitude is a companion to the art
As we used to dream of halcyon days
But somewhere, something went so wrong
We all gave pearls to pigs for too long
Cold. So cold it has become here
My throat is a vast glacier. My limbs are alps
At the summit everything is torn and shattered
By the endless winter in me
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:32.56] Summer has died. Cold long winter is here
[00:43.41] Blessed by grey clouds from the yearning skies
[00:49.67] I walk endlessly through this bleak landscape
[01:03.72] A mental graveyard before my drunken eyes
[01:24.69] There I discover the trinity of ugliness
[01:31.83] The shapes of naked banshees, surreal
[01:37.92] Stumbling and tumbling, slow on my feet
[01:44.77] The smell of frozen grass hits me relentlessly
[01:53.49] A flash clasps me as I'm falling to the ground
[02:01.80] The final mark of demise is an epitaph for pigs
[02:10.81] I wonder as I wander through barren wastes
[03:02.32] As barren as the very heart in me;
[03:04.32] "Why should I walk on, why not just lay here?"
[03:28.40] But the yearning skies are silent - there are no answers
[03:46.09] A flash clasps me as I'm falling to the ground
[03:51.56] The final mark of demise is an epitaph for pigs
[04:18.77] Blood has become the art - it is the shattering
[04:25.75] Oblivion is my name - remember my name, ad infinitum
[05:04.01] The lassitude is a companion to the art
[06:59.97] As we used to dream of halcyon days
[07:06.51] But somewhere, something went so wrong
[07:13.22] We all gave pearls to pigs for too long
[07:19.44] Cold. So cold it has become here
[07:25.64] My throat is a vast glacier. My limbs are alps
[07:54.01] At the summit everything is torn and shattered
[08:28.35] By the endless winter in me
[08:34.79]
[00:43.41] Blessed by grey clouds from the yearning skies
[00:49.67] I walk endlessly through this bleak landscape
[01:03.72] A mental graveyard before my drunken eyes
[01:24.69] There I discover the trinity of ugliness
[01:31.83] The shapes of naked banshees, surreal
[01:37.92] Stumbling and tumbling, slow on my feet
[01:44.77] The smell of frozen grass hits me relentlessly
[01:53.49] A flash clasps me as I'm falling to the ground
[02:01.80] The final mark of demise is an epitaph for pigs
[02:10.81] I wonder as I wander through barren wastes
[03:02.32] As barren as the very heart in me;
[03:04.32] "Why should I walk on, why not just lay here?"
[03:28.40] But the yearning skies are silent - there are no answers
[03:46.09] A flash clasps me as I'm falling to the ground
[03:51.56] The final mark of demise is an epitaph for pigs
[04:18.77] Blood has become the art - it is the shattering
[04:25.75] Oblivion is my name - remember my name, ad infinitum
[05:04.01] The lassitude is a companion to the art
[06:59.97] As we used to dream of halcyon days
[07:06.51] But somewhere, something went so wrong
[07:13.22] We all gave pearls to pigs for too long
[07:19.44] Cold. So cold it has become here
[07:25.64] My throat is a vast glacier. My limbs are alps
[07:54.01] At the summit everything is torn and shattered
[08:28.35] By the endless winter in me
[08:34.79]