Decembre Noir - Hope/Renaissance

Текст песни

An uncomfortable melody
Whistled on a blade of grass
By the winds powerless gasp
This melody shall be the last
See how the trees wither
While they’re longing for a last tear from a river
The last straw for the renaissance of hope
No bud in bloom will ever be seen again
This melody shall be the last
A portrait black in black
Lies idle on its deathbed
The ravages of time run dry
As part of its last pulsation
The ravages of time run dry, a portrait
As part of its pulsation, black in black
Decades of passive euthanasia
Created a cremated world
Die and let die, vanished and be forgotten
How peaceful will this future be?
See how the trees wither
The only constant noise
In the serene air