Whimpers and Bangs
Echoes of Redemption: Whimpers, Bangs, and the Unveiling Cry
Lyrics
The call is sounding to get in line
The call is summoning people to align themselves.
The hearts are pounding as the black bells chime
There's a sense of anxiety or anticipation as ominous events approach.
Seven trumpets split the air in a cry
Seven powerful signals or warnings pierce through the atmosphere with a cry.
All entombed in a raven sky
Everything is confined within a dark and foreboding atmosphere.
All the walls gonna tumble down
All barriers or structures are about to collapse.
All evil's gonna rot and drown
All malevolent forces will decay and be overwhelmed.
Bring your fiddles, bring your broken guns
Bring your musical instruments and broken weapons, implying a call for change or rebellion.
Let's tear it all apart
Let's dismantle everything.
Bring your whimpers and loud little bangs
Bring your feeble protests and small disruptions.
And all the doubt in your heart
And all the uncertainty or insecurity within yourself.
History is nothing but itself again
History repeats itself cyclically.
A constant sorrow in its author's pen
There's an enduring sadness in the history penned by its creators.
The books of pain, the songs of woe
The records of suffering, the melodies of grief.
The sum is endless, but the mind is slow
The totality of suffering is vast, yet comprehension is slow.
All the walls gonna tumble down
The imminent collapse of all barriers or structures.
All evil's gonna rot and drown
Malevolent forces will disintegrate and be submerged.
Bring your fiddles, bring your broken guns
Bring your means of expression and tools of destruction.
Let's tear it all apart
Let's dismantle everything.
Bring your whimpers and loud little bangs
Bring your feeble protests and small disruptions.
And all the doubt in your heart
And all the uncertainty or insecurity within yourself.
Comment