Nature of Artifice
Nature's Deceptive Dance: A Cloud of Ravens' Poetic Reflection
Lyrics
We are the wounded lamb
We represent vulnerability and innocence, akin to a wounded lamb.
We are the trembling hand
We embody fragility and uncertainty, like a trembling hand.
We are the savage host of a dying brand
We are a group marked by brutality, the last remnants of a fading identity or culture.
Heedless martyrs walk with a faulty gait
Martyrs among us move forward with a flawed and stumbling stride, unaware of their shortcomings.
Forward-faced, unencumbered by fault or fate.
We proceed boldly, unburdened by mistakes or predestined outcomes.
Grace has not long looked our way
Grace, a divine favor, has rarely favored us in our existence.
(a wasted word)
(a wasted word) - Grace has been disregarded and unappreciated in our narrative.
Squandered our chance once again
We have squandered opportunities, failing to make the most of our chances.
(for shame, dear ones)
(for shame, dear ones) - Expressing regret or disappointment for our collective actions.
Nature of Artifice, rather we'd find our bliss
The essence of our existence is artificial, preferring to discover our happiness within this construct.
We are the heartless cold
We are devoid of compassion and warmth, exhibiting a cold-hearted nature.
We are the tale untold
We are the unheard story, hidden and ignored.
We are the sightless sons of a world they sold
We are blind descendants of a world that has been betrayed or sold out.
Grace has not long looked our way
Grace remains elusive, seldom gracing us with its presence.
(a wasted word)
(a wasted word) - Grace is dismissed as if it holds no significance.
Squandered our chance once again
We have once again failed to seize an opportunity, a cause for regret.
(for shame, dear ones)
(for shame, dear ones) - Expressing shame or disappointment in ourselves.
Nature of Artifice, rather we'd find our bliss
The essence of our existence, the Nature of Artifice, suggests a preference for creating our own happiness.
Nature of Artifice, rather we'd find our bliss tonight
Reiteration of the desire to find bliss within the construct of artifice, particularly emphasized tonight.
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