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DREAR LYRICS
"Hope Is The Opium Of The Masses" (2004 Demo)
1. The Breaking Of Nations...
2. The War To End All Wars
3. Trembling Beneath The Sky
4. The Weather Report For Judgment Day
5. The Simplicity In Dying
6. Dismal Autumn Skies On An Anglian Eve
1. The Breaking Of Nations...
2. The War To End All Wars
There laid a battlefield shot rife with raging warfare.
People fought with Life itself to give some sort of meaning to their insignificance;
(In empty hopes and shallow graves)
Trenches, dug by hollow delusions to which they became slaves,
Climbed further down, whilst defences rose higher to shelter them from Truth's sniper bullets;
And no-one there broke rank to condemn.
A creeping barrage hid the enemy from their blinded eyes
And left them dead.
3. Trembling Beneath The Sky
4. The Weather Report For Judgment Day
Summer, and her sweltering heat
Demands discomfort of her guests,
Sweat dripping slow between the breasts
Of clouds that swell and march to meet
At the breech to Eternity.
The sun stares down unceasingly,
Causing the world to hide away
And hope and pray for milder days
When life resides more comfortably;
But it knows not of what awaits...
All has failed and stormclouds rumble
Whilst the Earth writhes with the wind;
Masses gather and life crumbles
As God holds court for those who sinned;
Time exhumed and Mankind humbled,
The Last Catastrophe begins...
Winter, and her frozen terror
Seeps throughout the dying planet:
The sky is crumbling black granite,
And Earth a forecast of error
That proceeds to delete itself.
Gales rake the tectonic shelf,
Driving miasmas through the world
Upon the crests of storms that swirled
With agony and Death herself:
This is the last weather report.
5. The Simplicity In Dying
6. Dismal Autumn Skies On An Anglian Eve
The sun disappeared and the world became
Mute in the dull of a dismal evening.
Above, the skies grew grey with Autumn's flame
As clouds massed to celebrate our leaving.
...What have we left?
Everything had fallen apart and we
Were standing in the desolated streets,
Alone in that pathetic fallacy
Which spat rain to glorify our defeat.
...What have we left?
The universe decayed and left embers
Of our hope consumed by harvest fires;
We died alone in that weak September
Beneath the wreak of Autumn's ire.
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