Dark Tranquillity - Hedon
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"Enter suicidal angels..."
[Chorus:]
How hungry we've become,
Like animals naked in shame,
Fed with the hooves of Apocalypse
That galloped down disordered worlds behind.
From word to a word, I was led to a word
That spanned over cultures in rage.
Crimson masses steeped in decadence,
Holding our tongues to the thirsty sun.
So, is the future still open?
So, tell me, tell me!
Then enter, hornet, from our hive-dark hearts
To draw down the end from within.
We need not the horns
That emanate from our dying, haunted bodies.
Seven in number they are.
Nihilist, Hedon, the priceless art of their lives,
Sorrow is a wing laid atop their heads.
Skin deep, we carve our immeasurable sorrow
In the fold of your shivering arms.
[Chorus:]
How hungry we've become,
Like animals naked in shame,
Fed with the hooves of Apocalypse
That galloped down disordered worlds behind.
Hedon, Hedon, Hedon, Hedon, your children wild!
Hedon, Hedon, Hedon, Hedon, and filled with death!
And the sickness attached to your skin
As the wine-rush, charging from androgynous wombs to open free the lid of pain.
Open free the pain!
"Hedon, rinsed in post-human shadows –
A monument scorned by the teeth of time.
Stale-faced keeper of secrets,
Loaded with implosive fire.
The whore that carried the apostle
To the mating point on the graves of giants."
We look at you, afraid to see what we really are!
We look at you, afraid to see what we really are...
[Chorus:]
How hungry we've become,
Like animals naked in shame,
Fed with the hooves of Apocalypse
That galloped down disordered worlds behind.
From word to a word, I was led to a word
That spanned over cultures in rage.
Crimson masses steeped in decadence,
Holding our tongues to the thirsty sun.
So, is the future still open?
So, tell me, tell me!
Then enter, hornet, from our hive-dark hearts
To draw down the end from within.
We need not the horns
That emanate from our dying, haunted bodies.
Seven in number they are.
Nihilist, Hedon, the priceless art of their lives,
Sorrow is a wing laid atop their heads.
Skin deep, we carve our immeasurable sorrow
In the fold of your shivering arms.
[Chorus:]
How hungry we've become,
Like animals naked in shame,
Fed with the hooves of Apocalypse
That galloped down disordered worlds behind.
Hedon, Hedon, Hedon, Hedon, your children wild!
Hedon, Hedon, Hedon, Hedon, and filled with death!
And the sickness attached to your skin
As the wine-rush, charging from androgynous wombs to open free the lid of pain.
Open free the pain!
"Hedon, rinsed in post-human shadows –
A monument scorned by the teeth of time.
Stale-faced keeper of secrets,
Loaded with implosive fire.
The whore that carried the apostle
To the mating point on the graves of giants."
We look at you, afraid to see what we really are!
We look at you, afraid to see what we really are...
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