Artifacts Of The Black Rain
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โฑ๏ธ 3:15 duration
๐ ID: 470842
๐ Lyrics
Stood there leaning to the city moon,
Casting silhouettes tall to grip her white rooms
The black-clad voyeur in his black-clad masque
In the serpentine sun of tragedy basked
Stood there cursing at the soul-dead mass
With their fabled illusions, the vain dreams that passed
Splinters of a life rushing by in the whirl
Alone, silent warrior in a fantasy world
He cried for night / but night could not come
So, swept in the shroud of misanthropia he went away
And fed the empty galleries
With the artifacts of the black rain
Sunken into the shadows with a dry, sardonic smile
He made the footprints a part of his heart
To rouse a sacred confrontation
Stood there carving on the monument to lies
Digging of the Earth, making friends with the soil
As the all-mother rises and bares her bleeding thighs
He disappears into her cold, icy womb
Casting silhouettes tall to grip her white rooms
The black-clad voyeur in his black-clad masque
In the serpentine sun of tragedy basked
Stood there cursing at the soul-dead mass
With their fabled illusions, the vain dreams that passed
Splinters of a life rushing by in the whirl
Alone, silent warrior in a fantasy world
He cried for night / but night could not come
So, swept in the shroud of misanthropia he went away
And fed the empty galleries
With the artifacts of the black rain
Sunken into the shadows with a dry, sardonic smile
He made the footprints a part of his heart
To rouse a sacred confrontation
Stood there carving on the monument to lies
Digging of the Earth, making friends with the soil
As the all-mother rises and bares her bleeding thighs
He disappears into her cold, icy womb
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:25.16] Stood there leaning to the city moon,
[00:28.78] Casting silhouettes tall to grip her white rooms
[00:32.14] The black-clad voyeur in his black-clad masque
[00:34.88] In the serpentine sun of tragedy basked
[00:38.83]
[00:50.83] Stood there cursing at the soul-dead mass
[00:53.85] With their fabled illusions, the vain dreams that passed
[00:56.97] Splinters of a life rushing by in the whirl
[01:00.12] Alone, silent warrior in a fantasy world
[01:04.07]
[01:09.76] He cried for night / but night could not come
[01:12.45] So, swept in the shroud of misanthropia he went away
[01:17.52]
[01:28.73] And fed the empty galleries
[01:30.98] With the artifacts of the black rain
[01:34.64] Sunken into the shadows with a dry, sardonic smile
[01:40.87]
[01:46.80] He made the footprints a part of his heart
[01:49.83] To rouse a sacred confrontation
[01:54.67]
[02:48.85] Stood there carving on the monument to lies
[02:55.09] Digging of the Earth, making friends with the soil
[03:00.66] As the all-mother rises and bares her bleeding thighs
[03:04.83] He disappears into her cold, icy womb
[03:07.93]
[00:28.78] Casting silhouettes tall to grip her white rooms
[00:32.14] The black-clad voyeur in his black-clad masque
[00:34.88] In the serpentine sun of tragedy basked
[00:38.83]
[00:50.83] Stood there cursing at the soul-dead mass
[00:53.85] With their fabled illusions, the vain dreams that passed
[00:56.97] Splinters of a life rushing by in the whirl
[01:00.12] Alone, silent warrior in a fantasy world
[01:04.07]
[01:09.76] He cried for night / but night could not come
[01:12.45] So, swept in the shroud of misanthropia he went away
[01:17.52]
[01:28.73] And fed the empty galleries
[01:30.98] With the artifacts of the black rain
[01:34.64] Sunken into the shadows with a dry, sardonic smile
[01:40.87]
[01:46.80] He made the footprints a part of his heart
[01:49.83] To rouse a sacred confrontation
[01:54.67]
[02:48.85] Stood there carving on the monument to lies
[02:55.09] Digging of the Earth, making friends with the soil
[03:00.66] As the all-mother rises and bares her bleeding thighs
[03:04.83] He disappears into her cold, icy womb
[03:07.93]