Paradise Lost. Icon. Embers Fire. Zeneszám

A fallen time that's bygone
A crude elite that's from a distant zone
You turn a blind eye on what's "brave"
You don't know if it's the truth you told

Anger looks on the quiet dreaming
Seals the sense incandescent ones

Hold back desire for danger
A bet you lose, you'll have no way to turn
I see the man who lives and breathes corruption
Into a circle that you call your own

Don't run away, from the pain. A claim that you deal with
A power game, from within. Impossible for you to see this

Laid down the laws of deceit
The ones who cherish are the ones who'll go
Into the ashes of a tortured world
Only in mind's eye can you see a light

Harmony breaks, dark awakes, in old eyes - the trouble, feel it
Here to stay, mark the way, improvise the judgement hearing

Don't run away, from the pain. A claim that you deal with
A power game, from within. Impossible for you to see this

Anger looks on the quiet dreaming
Seals the sense incandescent ones

All remains of the glowing embers
Is a bleak cold irrelevance