Riders of the Plague
Riders of Despair: Unveiling the Dark Symphony
Lyrics
So salvation, here runs the flood, here dies the love
Salvation is overwhelmed by a flood, and love perishes here.
The banner of the ungranted and our darkest days
The representation of unfulfilled desires and our bleakest times.
The feelings that were forced
Emotions that were imposed or coerced.
Out of fear without a drop of remorse
Emotions forced due to fear without any hint of regret.
Now, that the pain is released
Now that the suffering has been let go.
With cryptic seals and signs
Using mysterious symbols and signs.
Running over the heartstrings wretched and run dry
Overwhelming and exhausting the deepest emotions.
When the feathered begin to fall
When those who were admired or revered start to decline or fail.
With a voice like glass
A voice so fragile and sharp, capable of breaking.
Born to splint and shatter
Destined to mend and destroy.
The touch of sunlight
The sensation of sunlight, perhaps metaphorical, like a calamity from the heavens.
Like heavens plague, the birth of black
Describing the birth of darkness from heavenly origins.
With hung halos of wrath and decay
Surrounded by circles of anger and decomposition.
The furthest of faith, the rider of plagues
Representing the utmost absence of belief, the embodiment of plagues.
Our hands have reached the end of skin
Our abilities or efforts have reached their limit.
Sifted straight to bone
Reduced directly to the essence, beyond the surface.
Bare and broken
Bare and shattered.
As the inventors hope
The hope held by the creators.
Unseen by the believed
Not seen by those who have faith.
Unbelieved by all who see
Disbelieved by everyone who witnesses it.
So when you become every dream abhorred
When one becomes the object of every detested dream.
A being so bitter not worth
A being so resentful that they hold no value.
The weight of ice in his words
Words uttered with an extreme coldness or cruelty.
With a voice like glass
A voice so fragile and sharp, capable of breaking.
Born to splint and shatter
Destined to mend and destroy.
The touch of sunlight
The sensation of sunlight, perhaps metaphorical, like a calamity from the heavens.
Like heavens plague, the birth of black
Describing the birth of darkness from heavenly origins.
With hung halos of wrath and decay
Surrounded by circles of anger and decomposition.
The furthest of faith, the rider of plagues
Representing the utmost absence of belief, the embodiment of plagues.
With a voice just like glass
A voice so fragile and sharp, destined to mend and break.
Born to splint and born to shatter
Destined to mend and destroy.
The touch of sunlight
The sensation of sunlight, perhaps metaphorical, like a calamity from the heavens.
Like heavens plague, the birth of black
Describing the birth of darkness from heavenly origins.
With hung halos of wrath and decay
Surrounded by circles of anger and decomposition.
The furthest of faith, the rider of plagues
Representing the utmost absence of belief, the embodiment of plagues.
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