Dead World Assembly - Draconian

Ghost with gentle voices, calling us never to wake

And we see another nation rising from the ashes…

Soon to unearth what we cannot escape

As time draws near for all of us Make amend, dear tyrant

And be my ominous companion

Through horrors' eye we’ll seek vision lost to the sheep;

Rapt and fitfully chained

Hear the trumpets' sound!

The angels of discord are gathering;

Such beautiful faces, such poisonous tongues;

A dead world assembly…

Into the world you brought me And after your world you wrought me With a finger to your mouth

And I lost myself in the sea;

Carrying the waves of time

There’s nothing to believe

And you ask me why I grieve

Make amend, dear tyrant

And be my ominous companion

Through horrors' eye we’ll seek vision lost to the sheep;

Rapt and fitfully chained

«Earth raised up her head

From the darkness' dread and drear

Her light fled, and her locks covered with grey despair»

(William Black 1757−1827)

Hear the trumpets' sound!

Our empire stifles and crumbles

This terrible loss will generate us Gone from this dead world assembly…

Here is the void

Here is the cross we carry with us Through this dead world assembly