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Symbolic Murder
4:06
From the 2011 demo 'Symbolic Inheritance'
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the madman who holds the light
cries out, to the one we have lost
the one who is, and still doesn't exist
symbolic murder
is he afraid of us?
the world has bled to death under it's own knives
no way to wipe this blood off us
no chance to purify, the sin of sins
the absence of light, suffocating all of life
now we have fallen away from all suns
the breath of empty space becomes colder
the light has been extinguished,
and it cannot be lit again
the infinity of empty space, thats left behind
the scene of symbolical inheritance
do we not hunger for the place
the temple with empty walls
why do we desire the grave?
The madman, fallen to silence
astonished by what he has learned
enraged, he throws the lantern to the ground
it shatters, the light is gone
Is the greatness of the deed too great for us
can we ever realise what we have done
must we not become the victim, to justify it all
symbolic murder
is this really us?
the world has bled to death under it's own knives
no way to wipe this blood off us
no chance to purify, the sin of sins
the absence of light, suffocating all of life
what once was of great importance, is now just a fragment of the nothingess
the temples have become tombs,
no need to defy, the sin of sins
the madman's time, yet to come
cries out, to the one we have lost
the one who is, and still doesn't exist
symbolic murder
is he afraid of us?
the world has bled to death under it's own knives
no way to wipe this blood off us
no chance to purify, the sin of sins
the absence of light, suffocating all of life
now we have fallen away from all suns
the breath of empty space becomes colder
the light has been extinguished,
and it cannot be lit again
the infinity of empty space, thats left behind
the scene of symbolical inheritance
do we not hunger for the place
the temple with empty walls
why do we desire the grave?
The madman, fallen to silence
astonished by what he has learned
enraged, he throws the lantern to the ground
it shatters, the light is gone
Is the greatness of the deed too great for us
can we ever realise what we have done
must we not become the victim, to justify it all
symbolic murder
is this really us?
the world has bled to death under it's own knives
no way to wipe this blood off us
no chance to purify, the sin of sins
the absence of light, suffocating all of life
what once was of great importance, is now just a fragment of the nothingess
the temples have become tombs,
no need to defy, the sin of sins
the madman's time, yet to come
