Desolated Home
Elegance in Ashes: Dreadful Shadows' Desolated Home Revealed
Lyrics
I watched the houses burn, a bloodstained kind of brightness
I witnessed the destruction of homes, marked by a gruesomely vivid illumination.
The last breath of grace and elegance is done
The last remnants of grace and refinement have vanished.
The dead are lugged away, but they won't find their silence
The deceased are removed, yet their peace eludes them.
The verges fade, another time has begun
The boundaries fade, signaling the onset of a new era.
A better time will come they say to reassure themselves
Hopeful statements about a better future are uttered, serving as self-reassurance.
Another day will bring the light - but they are ignorant
Optimistic about a new day bringing light, but their optimism is misplaced.
In the cradle of their carelessness
In the midst of their heedlessness and indifference.
Burning flesh, burning skin
Flesh and skin ablaze, depicting a horrifying scene.
Another raindrop burns their loathsome eyes.
Raindrops, possibly tears, scorch their disdainful eyes.
The diaries are blank, they went too far
Diaries remain unwritten, having crossed a point of no return.
They can't return to their desolated homes
Returning to their devastated homes is an impossibility.
No life anymore in the rooms of the girl who lived next door
No vitality lingers in the rooms once inhabited by the neighboring girl.
Desolated home
Desolation pervades the home.
I watched the houses burn, the trees were full of ashes
I observed houses in flames, with trees carrying the weight of ash.
Just like snowflakes darken the sky
Similar to snowflakes darkening the sky.
No better time will come they know
No optimistic future awaits; the harsh reality is acknowledged.
The truth becomes certainty
The truth solidifies into undeniable certainty.
They won't see the sun, they won't feel the light - no more
Deprivation of sunlight and the sensation of light is their destined fate.
The loss of insincerity
The loss of authenticity and sincerity is palpable.
The loss of humand souls
The departure of human souls is mourned.
The diaries are blank, they went too far
Diaries are devoid of content, having ventured into irreversible territories.
They can't return to their desolated homes
A return to their desolate homes is an unattainable wish.
No life anymore in the rooms of the girl who lived next door
Vacancy persists in the rooms once inhabited by the neighboring girl.
Desolated home
Desolation prevails in the home.
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