Arkhangelsk
๐ต 943 characters
โฑ๏ธ 3:57 duration
๐ ID: 435611
๐ Lyrics
Held by winter's chokehold fast
Fixed in anxiety's firm grip
The frost that burn the arteries
Underneath the heavy clouds
The lifted sword, the broken shield
The hand that drew the final word
From the frozen mouth of Arkhangelsk
Let them go, let them burn the world to cinders
Let their heads hang down
Falling through the tungsten skies
On the burning grounds of Arkhangelsk
To the eye of judgement now
One will stand in the time of the end
Time of the end
Sun to stone, air to fire
All to nothing and nothing to nil
They gather, drowning to the sounds
Of the grinding wheels of Arkhangelsk
With one word, one movement in the fabric
Everything dies
The storm that sweeps the world away
From the frozen plains of Arkhangelsk
Inherit from the morning star
What others brought
And the land forgot
Soaring through Van Allen belts
Through blazing stars, through dying suns
Collide not now, but carry us
Through the burning air of Arkhangelsk
Fixed in anxiety's firm grip
The frost that burn the arteries
Underneath the heavy clouds
The lifted sword, the broken shield
The hand that drew the final word
From the frozen mouth of Arkhangelsk
Let them go, let them burn the world to cinders
Let their heads hang down
Falling through the tungsten skies
On the burning grounds of Arkhangelsk
To the eye of judgement now
One will stand in the time of the end
Time of the end
Sun to stone, air to fire
All to nothing and nothing to nil
They gather, drowning to the sounds
Of the grinding wheels of Arkhangelsk
With one word, one movement in the fabric
Everything dies
The storm that sweeps the world away
From the frozen plains of Arkhangelsk
Inherit from the morning star
What others brought
And the land forgot
Soaring through Van Allen belts
Through blazing stars, through dying suns
Collide not now, but carry us
Through the burning air of Arkhangelsk
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:33.32] Held by winter's chokehold fast
[00:40.61] Fixed in anxiety's firm grip
[00:48.32] The frost that burn the arteries
[00:52.59] Underneath the heavy clouds
[00:56.27] The lifted sword, the broken shield
[01:00.25] The hand that drew the final word
[01:03.84] From the frozen mouth of Arkhangelsk
[01:08.71] Let them go, let them burn the world to cinders
[01:14.15] Let their heads hang down
[01:16.50] Falling through the tungsten skies
[01:20.18] On the burning grounds of Arkhangelsk
[01:45.06] To the eye of judgement now
[01:53.18] One will stand in the time of the end
[01:58.34] Time of the end
[02:00.78] Sun to stone, air to fire
[02:04.72] All to nothing and nothing to nil
[02:08.16] They gather, drowning to the sounds
[02:12.06] Of the grinding wheels of Arkhangelsk
[02:16.92] With one word, one movement in the fabric
[02:22.55] Everything dies
[02:24.45] The storm that sweeps the world away
[02:28.03] From the frozen plains of Arkhangelsk
[03:02.68] Inherit from the morning star
[03:07.44] What others brought
[03:11.29] And the land forgot
[03:28.62] Soaring through Van Allen belts
[03:32.04] Through blazing stars, through dying suns
[03:36.38] Collide not now, but carry us
[03:40.05] Through the burning air of Arkhangelsk
[03:46.03]
[00:40.61] Fixed in anxiety's firm grip
[00:48.32] The frost that burn the arteries
[00:52.59] Underneath the heavy clouds
[00:56.27] The lifted sword, the broken shield
[01:00.25] The hand that drew the final word
[01:03.84] From the frozen mouth of Arkhangelsk
[01:08.71] Let them go, let them burn the world to cinders
[01:14.15] Let their heads hang down
[01:16.50] Falling through the tungsten skies
[01:20.18] On the burning grounds of Arkhangelsk
[01:45.06] To the eye of judgement now
[01:53.18] One will stand in the time of the end
[01:58.34] Time of the end
[02:00.78] Sun to stone, air to fire
[02:04.72] All to nothing and nothing to nil
[02:08.16] They gather, drowning to the sounds
[02:12.06] Of the grinding wheels of Arkhangelsk
[02:16.92] With one word, one movement in the fabric
[02:22.55] Everything dies
[02:24.45] The storm that sweeps the world away
[02:28.03] From the frozen plains of Arkhangelsk
[03:02.68] Inherit from the morning star
[03:07.44] What others brought
[03:11.29] And the land forgot
[03:28.62] Soaring through Van Allen belts
[03:32.04] Through blazing stars, through dying suns
[03:36.38] Collide not now, but carry us
[03:40.05] Through the burning air of Arkhangelsk
[03:46.03]