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Dreadrealm - Live From The Fall lyrics



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01. They Lived At The Fall

[Instrumental]

02. Where Demise Is Celebrated

If we could only decipher the blame
Mist of conjecture weather the flame

If we could only decipher the blame
Restrain apprehensions and steady our aim
Conquer the sea, as we've subdued the land
The hand of all fate would be ours to command

We are the decent ones
We force the hand of fate
We are the recent ones
Born to subjugate

Endowed with abilities
Dominion over Earth
Exceeding possibilities
Reaping all its worth

Mists of conjecture weather the flame
Ashes of doubt shroud morrow's acclaim
Decorum disguises the creed of dead hand
Dignity dies an unanswered demand

Mists of conjecture weather the flame
Ashes of doubt shroud morrow's acclaim
Decorum disguises the creed of dead hand
Dignity dies an unanswered demand

We are the decent ones
We force the hand of fate
We are the recent ones
Born to subjugate

Endowed with abilities
Dominion over Earth
Exceeding possibilities
Reaping all its worth

Mists of conjecture weather the flame
Ashes of doubt shroud morrow's acclaim
Decorum disguises the creed of dead hand
Dignity dies an unanswered demand

We are the decent ones
We force the hand of fate
We are the recent ones
Born to subjugate

Endowed with abilities
Dominion over Earth
Exceeding possibilities
Reaping all its worth

03. The Wild Rose And Her Mourning Stone

He came to her in a dream
Said the world could be undone
When no faith would redeem
The shattered soul of an autumn son

She lost her will
And he is dreaming still
On the shadow-side of love

They came to her in a dream
Told her the world could be remade
The raven and the willow tree
Whispered to her as she prayed

She lost her will
And he is dreaming still
On the shadow-side of love

Time and distance had their say
She surrendered what was lost
The silver faded into grey
Liberation's final cost

She found her will
But he is dreaming still
On the shadow-side of love

04. The Eternal Fires Of Bleakmoor

To read the poetry of ancient souls
To succumb to their sighs
Is to deny the only mind that holds
No patterns leading to lies

When the sapling conquers the glade
In the forest, whence it came
Outgrowing its forebears' shade
It glorifies their name

Bleak is the moor of remembrance
The yearning for lights from the past
The flames carried by our ascendants
Rely on our learning to last

Such is the nature of all that is said
The essence of every phrase
The judgement of all the blissfully dead
Reflects upon on only their days

Shall our souls become unseen?
Fade into the ever-green?
Maybe all we've ever been
Is ghosts of bitter memories

When our reveries fall
Into the undreaming sea
We'll abandon the call
To provide the remedy

When the sapling conquers the glade
In the forest, whence it came
Outgrowing its forebears' shade
It glorifies their name

05. The Fall Part I - Thrones Of Ignorance

My name's Northelion, this is my tale
Its ending is bitter, but it must be told
For darker's the fate of all those who fail
To light up a fire before it gets cold

I am a chronicler, master of runes
Admired by many, detested by some
The old ones have guided me, played me their tunes
Melodies speaking of horrors to come

I declare the frost is nearing
Hunters from a realm of ice
While the lords are busy cheering
We must choose our sacrifice

Here comes Northelion, wise man of old
Doubtless he has something dire to say
Pray that these rambling have not yet been sold
For people to cower in fear every day

Deceiver, we call him, a master of fraud
Madness degrading his mind and his name
His reasoning's absent, his logic is flawed
Desperately seeking his minutes of fame

He's as old as he is feeble
We should never heed his rants
Allow me to distract the people
With a silly song and dance

We shall not relay this tirade
To the rulers of the land
Kings and queens will not be swayed
To let this madman force their hand

The court has proved heartless, as we might've known
Waving their hands, discarding my case
The Lords will be safe in their in towers of stone
You take your loved ones and flee from this place!

06. The Fall Part II - Of Forest And Flame

Followers of ancient lore
Leaving their ancestral home
Travelling the paths of yore
Where the woodland spirits roam

Warriors and philosophers
Banished for their loyalty
Words of faith and warning
Embittering the royalty

Wild eyes gather 'neath the trees
Specters coat the road in mist
Wisps of breath begin to freeze
The travellers persist

Warriors and philosophers
Banished for their loyalty
Words of faith and warning
Embittering the royalty

Will they reach their destination?
Is the road a dead-end path?
Can they flee from their damnation?
Leave behind the kingdom's wrath?

Will they reach their destination?
Can they hear the forest call?
Will they lay a new foundation?
Find the silent waterfall?

Here you stand in my domain
At the end of days
Pray that you've not come in vain
I will hear what you have to say

Here you stand in my domain
At the end of days

Great Forest Spirit, please heed our call
Grant us a refuge beneath the leaves
Shield us until the ice wind takes us all
Give us a place to mourn our dreams

Heed our plea
Grant us the leaves
Shield from the wind
A place for dreams

The pyre and the sacred flame
Rising toward the moonlit sky
A fire for the land we claim
Illuminating the vast of night

My servants thee shall be
My people thee shall be
My people thee shall be
Servants for eternity

Your servants we shall be
Your people we shall be
Your people we shall be
Servants for eternity

07. Endurers Of The Fall

Wear the crown
Curse the day
Confusing friend and foe

Circadian woes
Driving faith away
Contentment is what we'll never know

The slightest deviation from the norm
Erases all focus and breaks down the form
We've been here before

Paranoid musings
Crafting a maze
The way to serenity hidden by snow

Creeping delusions
Bringing decay
The candle's already burning low

Those who cast themselves aside
Endeavoring to fight the tide
All who answer, all who call
May have found no sense at all

There goes one, grieved by doubt
Takes some time as time runs out
Leaves a gold piece, he can't tell
He's added poison to the well

Singing our melodies, carrying our dead
Nobody will ever hear it be said
If we mattered at all

Those who cast themselves aside
Endeavoring to fight the tide
All who answer, all who call
May have found no sense at all

Singing our melodies, carrying our dead
Nobody will ever hear it be said
If we mattered at all

Digging up all memories, burying all our dead
Endurers of the fall claim The World in our stead
We'll all be equal after the fall