Live at the live club Agaton at the music pub HiJazz in 2010, Uppsala, Sweden. The song is called Ruins of Messolonghi.
Lyrics:
A rhythm of cogs
Backing the dancing smog
The black steely sky
Is turning the colours shy
A crude swarm of ants
Whose reason the night enchants
A nocturnal breath
Of the cooling embrace of death
Images pale turn thirsty hearts ablaze
A poor man's symphony for gloomy days
Envision the ugly brush that paints our dreams
and spells our screams
A rhythm of clocks
Backing the dancing chalk
A black steely pen
Writing the fates of men
No God need exist
For its anti-Laplacean twist:
Avoiding the lies
Truth is the best disguise
Images pale turn thirsty hearts ablaze
A poor man's symphony for gloomy days
Lances of passion desperately hurled
into the world
Their spirits are torn
Their harnesses worn
The last zealots' red tears
Running from the spears:
History's thorns
A rhythm of drops
Backing the dancing fog
Arms stretched in a grin
As the teeth cut into their skin
What good is a crown?
A head cannot fall but down
In the eye of the storm
It all seems to suit the norm
It's time to leave the tower
We are wolves
And this is our hour
We'll assail when the sun's asleep
And by this sea
No poplars will weep
Nolofinwe86: The history of Messolonghi is sad, but inspiring. Ελευθερία ή θάνατος!
alpha60video 1 year ago 2