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Wayfarer
Wayfarer - The Thousand Tombs of Western Promise
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As the century turns
Everything goes cold
I reach for a faded tale
Of a nation once told
The new industrial god
machine
The barons of toil,
and their ever expanding reach
The driller a titan
The lender a lord
Prosperity in the open grave is what they preach
My twilight burns lonesome
The dream has been felled
I yearn for some respite
A shred of valor I once held
A hail to progress
And eternal returns
From the frontier towns
Billows of black
A palace of gold
He who saddled the iron horse
Pulls god's country in tow
Cursed!
Given unto the thousand tombs
Beguiled!
A mirage in black smoke
Abandoned!
Golden streets tarnished with
blood
Idols of steam, gods of steel
And all else consumed
Is this not the path of heaven
I was put here to tread?
Years of toil is all here I have found
And a cross for the dead
Cursed!
Given unto the thousand tombs
Beguiled!
A mirage in black smoke
Abandoned!
Golden streets tarnished with
blood
Idols of steam, gods of steel
And all else consumed
The thousand condemned to lie in the graves below
Tombs
The veil drifts to the ground of western
A looming shadow from the hill
Promise
The dream not die, it had never lived
An ill destined climb
Toward the city upon the hill
Never the first
There will ever be more still
Within in the land of opportunity
A thousand tombs await
A toast to thee, oh captains of industry
It was always you,
You always held our fate
Everything goes cold
I reach for a faded tale
Of a nation once told
The new industrial god
machine
The barons of toil,
and their ever expanding reach
The driller a titan
The lender a lord
Prosperity in the open grave is what they preach
My twilight burns lonesome
The dream has been felled
I yearn for some respite
A shred of valor I once held
A hail to progress
And eternal returns
From the frontier towns
Billows of black
A palace of gold
He who saddled the iron horse
Pulls god's country in tow
Cursed!
Given unto the thousand tombs
Beguiled!
A mirage in black smoke
Abandoned!
Golden streets tarnished with
blood
Idols of steam, gods of steel
And all else consumed
Is this not the path of heaven
I was put here to tread?
Years of toil is all here I have found
And a cross for the dead
Cursed!
Given unto the thousand tombs
Beguiled!
A mirage in black smoke
Abandoned!
Golden streets tarnished with
blood
Idols of steam, gods of steel
And all else consumed
The thousand condemned to lie in the graves below
Tombs
The veil drifts to the ground of western
A looming shadow from the hill
Promise
The dream not die, it had never lived
An ill destined climb
Toward the city upon the hill
Never the first
There will ever be more still
Within in the land of opportunity
A thousand tombs await
A toast to thee, oh captains of industry
It was always you,
You always held our fate
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| Tekst: |
Shane McCarthy Edytuj metrykę |
|---|---|
| Muzyka: |
Shane McCarthy, James Hansen, Joe Strong-Truscelli |
| Rok wydania: |
2023 |
| Płyty: |
American Gothic |
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