The Burning and the Flood
Echoes of Burning Castles: A Tale of Pain, Redemption, and Resilience
Lyrics
saw 'em coming,
Saw a group approaching
they passed me by without a glance
They passed without acknowledging
they kept going,
Continued on their path
they held torches in their hands
Carrying torches in their hands
blood-soaked blacktops
Streets stained with blood
rain-softened concrete
Concrete softened by rain
pave their way,
They pave their way
as the river turns black
The river turns black
peasants in their fields
Peasants in fields witness destruction
witness castles crumbling down
Castles of the powerful collapse
and my king and my queen stand weeping on their hill
Monarchs weep as their kingdom falls
as they watch it, all
Helplessly watching the devastation
burns
Everything is consumed by fire
then blood grows poisonous
Subsequently, the blood becomes toxic
don't feel pain, though pain is all I know
Despite experiencing constant pain, I'm numb
like a kid that pawns his own guitar but
Similar to a person pawning their guitar
keeps his rusty strings
Retaining the rusty strings
with time the river turns blue again
Over time, the river regains its clarity
quenches it all away
Washes away all the pain and sorrow
kid buys his guitar back and
The person reclaims the guitar and
those strings still ring
The strings still resonate
peasants in the fields
Peasants celebrate, lighting fires and dancing
light fires and dance the night away
King and queen reminiscing
and the king and the queen,
Their focus shifts to a new day
minds and hearts (set) on the new day
Minds and hearts set on the future
remembering how
Recalling the past when everything
it all burned
Was engulfed in flames
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