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- Dark Ages Tenebrae Aetatis 3:56Intro"Kyrie, miserere." (Lord, have mercy.)Verse 1The Emperor's gold is worthless, the legions disappeared.Now the forest is the king, and the law is what is feared.We live by the sickle's scratch, harvest in the frost,The knowledge of the ancients, all that wisdom is lost.No road paved with marble, just the dirt that holds the rain,Every village an island surrounded by the pain.We burn the old libraries, 'cause hunger ain't got time for books,Survival is the motive, written in our haunted looks.The sun is just a memory, the sky is always gray,We pray for a single bread crust to make it through the day.Mi hear the wolves calling, they circle close and wide,And the man who claims he owns this land, he got nowhere to hide.Pre-ChorusThe world we thought was solid, it just broke itself in two.Now we only trust what's true.ChorusORA PRO NOBIS, DOMINE! (Pray for us, Lord!)The field is black mud, the seed is never sure.We live on borrowed breath, fighting to endure.Every dawn is a gamble, every night is a cold tomb,Only the voice of the Father can cut through the gloom.SANCTUS DEUS, SANCTUS FORTIS! (Holy God, Holy Mighty One!)Verse 2The priest holds the cross up, eyes glazed with the fear,Saying, "God is testing mankind, redemption is near."But the pestilence moves fast, it don't care about the rich man's gold,It takes the baby from the cradle, leaves the story untold.We dig the graves shallow, we got no strength to weep,Just cover up the bodies, pray the sickness goes to sleep.You talk about philosophy? That was another age.Now the simple prayer is the only truth on the page.We trust the worn word, the wisdom of the few,We walk these ruined fields, under the unchanging sky.Just waiting for the signal to rise up or to die.BridgeThe kings rise and fall, the gold turn into dust.But the human need for meaning is the only thing we trust.The empire was a beautiful, violent lie.But the hunger in the belly is the truth that never dies.We walk these ruined fields...Final ChorusORA PRO NOBIS, DOMINE! (Pray for us, Lord!)The field is black mud, the seed is never sure.We live on borrowed breath, fighting to endure.Every dawn is a gamble, every night is a cold tomb,Only the voice of the Father can cut through the gloom.SANCTUS DEUS, SANCTUS FORTIS! (Holy God, Holy Mighty One!)OutroChantThe darkness... it always comes back...Lord, save our souls...
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