INTRO: Heave lads. Ho lads. Forget the comfort of home – you're a nomad We've lost so much since we first started Are our hearts cold – or are we cold hearted? So pray to your lord or your foreman That the sun might rise in the morning They told us hell was warm But our empire fell for shelter from the -
VERSE 1: Storm's coming. Storm came. Storm will come again. Tempest upon tempest till what's left to let the tundra claim? Useless to dispute should you be hoping for someone to blame Hubris from the day those walls arose – by any other name We burned the very best of us to cast us into flame And when the skies denied us we still marched on all the same Through night and day we'd fight to stay alight against the ice's reign And blindly claim the price we'd pay was worth what we became We sacrificed and sacrificed and what have we to show? A baren land of arid ice where not a seed will grow When Mother Nature came for us, took Fahrenheit below We sanctioned plights of matricide and blackened skies with smoke We grafted our salvation – Twisted iron into spires Through disaster and starvation – bled her veins to light the fires Each building block a tinderbox - how fitting it transpire The ending of an empire be reduced to just the pyre
PRE CHORUS: Autumn leaves – on the ground Auburn, green, golden brown Lost to freeze – stories now Just as we – fallen down
CHORUS 1: Stoke the fires, give your last, keep the flame of all we've known For when heaven left us helpless, we built shelter of our own But the heart and hearth are darkened where an endless storm has blown Cling to every dying ember and remember warmth of home
May we all rise together – lest we all fall apart May our city stand – our promised land – our refuge from the dark May we survive the weather – though the forecast be stark So heavy hang the many hands we pledge to steer the ark Through the storm
VERSE 2: United in conviction – forge a path at any cost A future for our children built no matter what was lost Yet perfidious of vision left that mission to attrition Fetid grip of man's ambition rearisen from the frost
Come my sisters, come my brothers! Some respect amongst your kin! Why, for all this air and bluster, we're no better than the wind! For the ice beneath this tundra is getting all too thin And lives outside of this rotunda hang on what's declared within! To each the spoils of grit and toil – the worthiest shall rise! But each on earth has equal worth when seen through heaven's eyes! Time honoured ways are what shall take us all to warmer skies The path we took is past - through new ideas salvation lies! The right of man's to fight the land – rebuild the world that fell! The world we knew was born anew – so must we be as well! His guiding hand – divine of plan – seeds hope in every knell What seeds will grow in bed of hope? We must progress ourselves!
A future born in fruitless scorn – such human flaw would leave Disputes so worn as uniform, should feuds so thaw the freeze When schools of thought make rules of law make tools of war decreed What hubris wrought when boon it bought's a rubric for debris?
PRE CHORUS: Autumn leaves – on the ground Auburn, green, golden brown Lost to freeze – stories now Just as we – fallen down
CHORUS 2: Stoke the fires, give your last, keep the flame of all we've known For when heaven left us helpless, we built shelter of our own But the heart and hearth are darkened where an endless storm has blown Cling to every dying ember and remember warmth of home
May we all rise together – lest we all fall apart May our city thrive – our people strive for futures we might chart May we survive the weather – though the forecast be stark But discord thrives when laws decide which thoughts must guide the ark Through the storm
BRIDGE: Each citizen's resilience was given with the lie That each shiver would deliver us deliverance in time But dissonance and dissidence have driven us to schism, Just like Sisyphus, the myth of us v never ending clime No fillibuster preserves us from temperature's decline No division cut so deep as those down lines where laws are signed So the Militant, the Penitent, entrenched against their fellow men Forgetting that the elements care not how you align
VERSE 3: Without the heart the blood will start to freeze at but a chill The ichor piped to give us light will cease at colder still But if we were to summary our great and grand discoveries The nub would be we found the freezing point of human will There's not the time for tears when all that's dear's against the wall They streak the face and freeze in place 'fore they've the grace to fall If each a flake unique in shape is beauty framed in squall What leap of faith to dream our place was not beneath them all?
For what is man but animal in all but face and name? No fang but sharp of mandible when chanced to stake a claim We rage and fight against the night but sun still fades the same So each convinced of rite and right we buck from fate in vain Feed the strong that they may prosper – feed the weak may they revive Loose the gates to save the lost or keep the heat for those inside Crush dissenters, hush and censor or let free expression thrive Just to let it flourish – end up one more creed to wrench the knife
LET IT BURN, I SAY Rend it all to ash and dust For as fools we are as fuel It is our nature to combust Man – so blessed engine Grinds and churns and screams and lusts Its lustre faded now since autumn eve That God did leave to rust
OUTRO: Autumn leaves – on the ground Auburn, green, golden brown Lost to freeze – stories now Just as we – fallen down Has the branch cause to grieve As leaves dance on the breeze? Who so cast, mourn the tree When autumn leaves
OUTRO (SPOKEN POETRY): "So careful of the type?" but no. From scarped cliff and quarried stone She cries, "A thousand types are gone: I care for nothing, all shall go."
"Thou makest thine appeal to me: I bring to life, I bring to death: The spirit does but mean the breath: I know no more." And he, shall he,
Man, her last work, who seem'd so fair, Such splendid purpose in his eyes, Who roll'd the psalm to wintry skies, Who built him fanes of fruitless prayer,
Who trusted God was love indeed And love Creation's final law — Tho' Nature, red in tooth and claw With ravine, shriek'd against his creed
O life as futile, then, as frail! O for thy voice to soothe and bless! What hope of answer, or redress? Behind the veil, behind the veil.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
