BORDERS OF BYZANTIUM - Fortified (Lyric Video)




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Published on Jan 6, 2019

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Published by EDGE Records, 2019

Marcell Oláh – Vocal
Bence Joó – Vocal
Kristóf Tóth – Drum
János Tóth – Bass
Kevin Mészáros – Guitar
Lóránt Dobó – Guitar

Songs were recorded and edited by Marcell Oláh and János Tóth
Byzantine Studio, 2018

Music: Borders of Byzantium Lyrics: Bence Joó
Mixing/Mastering: István Simon – No Silence Studios
Albumart : Andrej Z.T. - Art Style: Design
Lyric Video: Bence Joó



There is a hole in the tale of a long lost soul,
It has no ending.
Left all alone by the faith he sold,
Found no profit in its existence,
Purchased by death in an instance.

He's tale was lost by the lack of context,
So it changed its line throughout the past.

Lived life relentless,
But hidden in darkness.

Nothing have stayed the same, he knew,
And then he realized what he loved wasn't true.

This is what he said:

I've been tried so hard,
It fortified my heart.
Failed to rule my thoughts,
I'm emotionally drowned.

I can't resist desires,
A thousand forest fires
Burns within my soul,
I could not move on.

Left behind my own consciousness,
I gazed upon the sky and found no one.

Ripped to shreds, held my breath,
I can't walk this road.
I have seen death...

I have seen death and caused a tremor,
Never ending cycle of this terror.
God wasn't present, he showed no effort,
Only sent an awful letter.

Can't stand being kicked around,
I haven't even made a sound.
Cutting wings of butterflies,
Man, you've got some guts.

He was left sinking to her depths,
Soaking up on her tears of regrets.

Maybe I'll find my home,
Where my heart was all left alone.
Under all seas where words were unspoken,
A final cure for this disease.

Death leaves the land of the free,
Leaving behind malady.


© 2019, Edge Records


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