Countless hours they have been
Speaking an empty word, utter nonsense
Formless shapes behind golden masks
And excuses, paving our way
A constant need to readjust
To refocus and to synchronize, to fit in this domain
Supply on the demand, stand the ground
And hold the line in this war room
Messages fail to deliver
Words collide (against each other) outside (of) my reach
Warning lights have now been lit
It's time to reassess
The eyelids of a child are still closed
For a little while under the palm
Of a master holding the strings
Waiting for a move
Yes, I should be armoured enough
To take the heat, to make a defence
I lay my gauntlet on the table
And wait for the attack.
The wind has now changed
And the sky looks unfamiliar
Scent of fear has reached the hills
My weary tread has been traced
The final chase is about to begin
I can no longer protect you against the hounds
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The sound is cold and suffocating, but contained. And yet I feel it in my bones when I listen to it. The riffs don't sound as massive as they are, but they feel that massive. Each hit of the percussion contains more than can be heard. It's more gigantic than meets the eye.
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