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• Artiste: Sorrowseed
• Titre: Flowers To The Furnace
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The fires of the civilized world...sparkle in the evening shade The comforts warm the creatures She made... Leeches form the webs...that provide their peace Cities borne of desires and caprice... Like Flowers to the Furnace Beauty ebbs away Wonders put aside Thrown to yesterday. I remember when Times of better men Paradise denied Never to return again. The modern world no longer has life or death Only addiction and the fevered dreams of a purpose to fulfill... It must be what they've always wanted To surrender their will And keep the world so still... so still... (And kill the world...kill...kill.) (Immolation...) Burning the cradle of the earth helps them fall asleep Burying themselves in falsehoods too deep. Progress is the call that has led to this Forgetting who they were in the name of bliss. Like Flowers to the Furnace Consuming everyone Nothing ever grows Nothing can be won I remember when Before they drank the chemicals So long ago Now forever condemned. [Written by: Morte McAdaver / Thomas Cyranowski] [Vocals: Lilith Astaroth]