IN FLAMES LYRICS

1. Moonshield

Tired of dull ages, I walk the same ground,
Collecting the tragedies still
Hollow ambitions in a hollow mind
Carried my cross to the hill

And how I lust for the dance and the fire
Deep of the nectarine sunset to drink
Spill me the wind and its fire
To steal of the colors - I'm the Moonshield

Shattered hope became my guide
And grief and pain my friends
A brother pact in a blood-ink pen
Declared my silent end

Naked and dying under worlds of silent stone
Reaching for the Moonshield that once upon us shone

Naked and dying under worlds of silent stone
Reaching for the Moonshield that once upon us shone

How I lust for the dance and the fire
Deep of the nectarine sunset to drink
Spill me the wind and its fire
To steal of the colors

I'm…
I'm…
I'm…
I'm the Moonshield

2. The Jester's Dance

[Instrumental]

3. Artifacts Of The Black Rain

Stood there leaning to the city moon,
Casting silhouettes tall to grip her white rooms
The black-clad voyeur in his black-clad masque
In the serpentine sun of tragedy basked

Stood there cursing at the soul-dead mass
With their fabled illusions, the vain dreams that passed
Splinters of a life rushing by in the whirl
Alone silent warrior in a fantasy world

He cried for night, but night could not come
So, swept in the shroud of misanthropy he went away

And fed the empty galleries with the artifacts of the black rain
Sunken into the shadows with a dry, sardonic smile

He made the footprints a part of his heart
To rouse a sacred confrontation

[Solo]

Stood there carving on the monument to lies
Digging of the Earth, making friends with the soil
As the all-mother rises and bares her bleeding thighs
He disappears into her cold and icy womb

4. Graveland

Mankind - proud conqueror and king
Swings its flag of primal glory to the winds
Titans of the power-myth that failed
Neanderthal hunger for the flesh of war so frail

So weak, so hollow-minded
The primate flock responds
The jester race submits

For each day of war is a failure for man,
Enslaved in her mondial genes
Illusions bleed from their fetid cores,
Bent to their rotten extremes

Oh!

We, the plague of Terra Firma,
Nature's grand and last mistake
Plant the poisoned seed of cancer,
Set the severed fruits awake
Burning like frozen relics
In God's archaic graveland

So weak, so hollow-minded
The primate flock responds
The jester race submits

For each day of war is a failure for man,
Enslaved in her mondial genes
Illusions bleed from their fetid cores,
Bent to their rotten extremes

Burn the visionary
Kill the ideologies
Mankind must die

Now!

The doves and the angels return to their graves
With flames on their pestilent wings
While mushroom-clouds haunt their virgin-white skies
To rape their Utopian dreams

For each day of war is a failure for man,
Enslaved in her mondial genes
Illusions bleed from their fetid cores,
Bent to their rotten extremes

Living the last days of evolution's end
From the nest of humanity, the graveland vultures rend

5. Lord Hypnos

I lie in your soother arms, lord Hypnos
Your garment alive with your song
I lie in your soother arms, lord Hypnos

Steep the spiral to your far abode,
In the wake of slumber, on visions I rode
And fell like history through the chasm of ages
Into the charged, forbidden zones

How I have searched through a million worlds and faces
Yet unaware
I have not found my own true face
Traceless and profound

So, find me in these grandiose halls
Where long ago summers eternally fall
And tune the strings of truthful longing
To the frozen music of gods

[Solo]

Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting
The soul that rises within us, our life’s star
Hath had elsewhere its setting
And cometh from afar, cometh from afar

Hypnagonia's lucid horizons
Play with the yearning I've quelled
As I strike towards the Pantheon
And what therein is held

I lie in your soother arms, lord Hypnos
Your garment alive with your song
I lie in your soother arms, lord Hypnos

Steep the spiral to your far abode,
In the wake of slumber, on visions I rode
And fell like history through the chasm of ages
Into the charged, forbidden zones

6. Dead Eternity

You'll never be alone again
You'll never die again
You'll never be born again
You'll forever be, stuck here in eternity

Auh!

Auh! I bid you welcome to my world
They call me existence
You have just entered through the gate
To your journey towards eternity

This part I control
This part I control
This part I control
This part I control

In the beginning you'll fear nothing
As I climb beside you
Time will be your master
In this laborious part of human subsistence

This part I control
This part I control

Black cloud embraces your soul
Slowly passing through repeating lacunas of anguish
When time takes your life

I will transfer you into the bare grip of thinking tranquility
Voices filling the emptiness of the dead

Floating seamless across the surface into chilling stillness
Nothing can help you now

Nothing…
Nothing…
Nothing can help you now

[Solo]

You'll never be along again
You'll never die again
You'll never be born again
You'll forever be, stuck here in eternity

7. The Jester Race

Rush faster on the one-way lane
The answers so silent

Rusty gods in their machine-minds armours
Grind our souls in the millstone of time
The "deathbed harvest" is dead man's banquet
Of mould ridden bread and black, poisoned wine

And we go, and we go, and we go, and we go
Our steps so silent
And we go, and we go, and we go, and we go
Our blooded trace
The jester race

Calling our to the gathered masses
Their answers so silent
Their answers so silent

And we go, and we go, and we go, and we go
Our steps so silent
And we go, and we go, and we go, and we go
Our blooded trace
The jester race

Auh!

Embracing the tools of the neo-wolf age
That speak of silence and silence alone

Offering the tokens, the realized idols
To the heirs of the newly raped ground
Inferior even to the transparent winds
Lesser in motion and sound

And we go, and we go, and we go, and we go
Our steps so silent
And we go, and we go, and we go, and we go
Our blooded trace
The jester race

There is no trace of me
In their altered blueprints of life

Gaia impaled on their horns and lances
The fumes from her body give case
As the throng of blind men saviour the scent,
Dream-dead from prosaic and hate

Sun wind strokes the electroheart,
Ignition roars through the corridors,
Stream launching the binary vessels

Vanities in extreme formations
Ride into tomorrow's rigid great face
The machinery outlives the futile scripts
Of our dying jester race

[Solo]

Embracing the tools of the neo-wolf age
That speak of silence and silence alone
There is no trace of me
In their altered blueprints of life

Embracing the tools of the neo-wolf age
That speak of silence and silence alone
There is no trace of me
In their altered blueprints of life

Ah!

8. December Flower

Towards the rich archaic heavens
Towards the lack diorama
You are the artist and the texture
That plays with the mantle of the Earth

When the bleakest of powders
Lie rooted to the starched stones
And the roots that feed the peaking trees
Embrace the sleeping stones

Archaic pearls of sleep and death
The voice of December losing its breath
And the flower yard of white and grey is haunted, is haunted
White as the down of the flaking snow,
The heroic emblems of life

[Solo]

Green is the color of my death
As the winter-guise I swoop towards the ground
Green is the landscape of my sorrow filled passing

Archaic pearls of sleep and death
The voice of December losing its breath
And the flower yard of white and grey is haunted, is haunted
White as the down of the flaking snow,
The heroic emblems of life

Ah!

We are In Flames,
Towards the dead archaic heavens
We are the mantle and the texture
The alters, the mantle of the Earth
Archaic pearls of sleep and death
The voice of December losing its breath
And the flower yard of white and grey is haunted, is haunted
White as the down of the flaking snow,
The heroic emblems of life

9. Wayfaerer

[Instrumental]

10. Dead God In Me

Hoh!

To slit the grinning wounds from childhood's seven moons
The palette stained with the ejaculated passions

Strike from omnipotence; all-seer, all-deemer
And haunt my severed country with your dripping, secret games

You pick the unripe lilies
Deflored and peeled the bleeding petals
Made known to me
The grainy stains, the crimson lotus
Of the black-ash inheritance,
The semen feed of gods and masters

The worms still in me,
Still a part of me,
Racing out from leaking rooms,
Swoop from broken lungs to block the transmission
To put an end to the nomad years

[Solo]

Father,
You are the dead god in me

Father,
You are the dead god in me







IN FLAMES LYRICS