Текст песни EXHORDER - The Tragic Period
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Текст песни EXHORDER - The Tragic Period
Here's a tale in history about a period of tragedyA man who thought of horrid things but really sought what happiness bringsTerror instilled within the souls of men and women, young and oldCome and listen to me, my friendHe'll make your morale descendOne Boston day, it's sad to say, a newborn child was granted miserable lifeAbandoned by his father and left alone by death of father's wife( )Foster childTobacco exporter gave him a chanceHistory defiledTwisted by literature, dark and opium enhancedIrregularitySo far ahead of his timeA spark of a breed regarding all of his literature creed Infamy of tales and poetryConnecting his themes to his wildest dreams The maelstrom grewNo one knew he descended far beyond its spinning wallsInto the pit, the black abyssHis house was collapsing as he searched for Eldorado Perched upon Pallas was life, hard and callous, the shadows of burden lifted nevermoreThe vulture eye of death concealed by wooden planks below the floorThe quest for solace evolved into sorrowLingering obsessionsIntoxication, stimulation, creationHindering addictions Apparently the message in a bottle was lost, for I could see no conclusionBut all of us remaining in the shrouded past must remember to further ourselves by obtrusion Inebriated grin leads the mighty pen across the paper as his fears come aliveSatiric whim ignites the brim of insanity as Pluto arrivesSwaying cognac barriers, and the beating of his hideous heart increasing ever so constantlyConjuring the ne'er forgotten lore'Tis only this and nothing more