Divine - Appalling
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โฑ๏ธ 5:54 duration
๐ ID: 2325985
๐ Lyrics
We came offering our souls.
In search of light it's easy to find shadows.
At first all was clear as night.
But this would prove to fade.
As we pressed on deeper still,
We found the land you sold as golden meadows.
A blight ridden ashen ground
And there we killed the truth.
Then compassion died too.
I know my death has a face.
It is an image of you,
And you're plentiful.
There we would build our mounds.
On these scared cold plains,
Where dawn had turned to ashes.
Amongst men with empty eyes
Grace can't be distinguished.
In our quest for light
We would advance and leave our wake in tatters.
Just like death on a rampant ride
On our zealous quest for you.
There hung a rag for our wounds at the end of the line.
It meant death to go back;
It was a crime of the mind.
When that whistle blew it was once more our time,
To show our spirits were primed and our bodies were ripe.
On the day we killed the truth
And compassion died too.
My death is an image of you
In its grandeur and grace;
Divine, appalling!
In search of light it's easy to find shadows.
At first all was clear as night.
But this would prove to fade.
As we pressed on deeper still,
We found the land you sold as golden meadows.
A blight ridden ashen ground
And there we killed the truth.
Then compassion died too.
I know my death has a face.
It is an image of you,
And you're plentiful.
There we would build our mounds.
On these scared cold plains,
Where dawn had turned to ashes.
Amongst men with empty eyes
Grace can't be distinguished.
In our quest for light
We would advance and leave our wake in tatters.
Just like death on a rampant ride
On our zealous quest for you.
There hung a rag for our wounds at the end of the line.
It meant death to go back;
It was a crime of the mind.
When that whistle blew it was once more our time,
To show our spirits were primed and our bodies were ripe.
On the day we killed the truth
And compassion died too.
My death is an image of you
In its grandeur and grace;
Divine, appalling!
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[01:15.47] We came offering our souls.
[01:19.84] In search of light it's easy to find shadows.
[01:27.97] At first all was clear as night.
[01:32.27] But this would prove to fade.
[01:37.18] As we pressed on deeper still,
[01:39.43] We found the land you sold as golden meadows.
[01:46.93] A blight ridden ashen ground
[01:51.38] And there we killed the truth.
[01:56.66] Then compassion died too.
[02:01.12] I know my death has a face.
[02:06.27] It is an image of you,
[02:11.02] And you're plentiful.
[02:22.06] There we would build our mounds.
[02:25.10] On these scared cold plains,
[02:28.57] Where dawn had turned to ashes.
[02:35.14] Amongst men with empty eyes
[02:39.37] Grace can't be distinguished.
[02:43.86] In our quest for light
[02:46.91] We would advance and leave our wake in tatters.
[02:52.79] Just like death on a rampant ride
[02:57.73] On our zealous quest for you.
[04:00.42] There hung a rag for our wounds at the end of the line.
[04:10.27] It meant death to go back;
[04:14.02] It was a crime of the mind.
[04:21.03] When that whistle blew it was once more our time,
[04:26.84] To show our spirits were primed and our bodies were ripe.
[04:38.23] On the day we killed the truth
[04:42.89] And compassion died too.
[04:47.59] My death is an image of you
[04:53.39] In its grandeur and grace;
[05:01.46] Divine, appalling!
[05:49.96]
[01:19.84] In search of light it's easy to find shadows.
[01:27.97] At first all was clear as night.
[01:32.27] But this would prove to fade.
[01:37.18] As we pressed on deeper still,
[01:39.43] We found the land you sold as golden meadows.
[01:46.93] A blight ridden ashen ground
[01:51.38] And there we killed the truth.
[01:56.66] Then compassion died too.
[02:01.12] I know my death has a face.
[02:06.27] It is an image of you,
[02:11.02] And you're plentiful.
[02:22.06] There we would build our mounds.
[02:25.10] On these scared cold plains,
[02:28.57] Where dawn had turned to ashes.
[02:35.14] Amongst men with empty eyes
[02:39.37] Grace can't be distinguished.
[02:43.86] In our quest for light
[02:46.91] We would advance and leave our wake in tatters.
[02:52.79] Just like death on a rampant ride
[02:57.73] On our zealous quest for you.
[04:00.42] There hung a rag for our wounds at the end of the line.
[04:10.27] It meant death to go back;
[04:14.02] It was a crime of the mind.
[04:21.03] When that whistle blew it was once more our time,
[04:26.84] To show our spirits were primed and our bodies were ripe.
[04:38.23] On the day we killed the truth
[04:42.89] And compassion died too.
[04:47.59] My death is an image of you
[04:53.39] In its grandeur and grace;
[05:01.46] Divine, appalling!
[05:49.96]