Reign of the Architect - Crown of Shattered Dreams | Текст песни

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• Reign of the Architect
• Crown of Shattered Dreams

Ruin:
Pour the fuel for the war machines; Grease your weapons raw
An army of cloned splinters, a vast destructive claw
To cleave down all the impotence that man has sought to fake
This day, my proxy-brothers, an old man’s world we take
Razor:
These foundations are fragile, cannot be put to threat
Don’t you dare, my brother, foil the plans we’ve set

Storyteller:
And while the world kept turning, the architect arose
Conductor of the brutal symphony that he composed
The dawn upon a new age of a feral hateful scheme
A throne that’s built from future graves and a crown of shattered dreams

Razor:
Break communications, set the traps we need
First we take the shoreline cities then, my lord, we puncture in
I want to see their leaders begging as they bleed
I want to tear their human hearts and flay their blotted skin
Rapture:
Don’t forget my brother, you ambitious little fiend
This conflict’s resolution states that we will win

Storyteller:
And while the world kept turning, the architect arose
Conductor of the brutal symphony that he composed
The dawn upon a new age of a feral hateful scheme
A throne that’s built from future graves and a crown of shattered dreams

The Architect:
Degenerating into the decadence of what I mustn’t be
While the consequences of my decisions are deformed by these impious three
The uncertainty that broke my inflamed bones
Has now outgrown the boundaries of my private throne

Rapture:
Why you seem so lost, lord? We’ve just begun
We’ll thrive and cast a shadow over every rising sun
Our divisions all stand ready to savor victory
Let the green flame now engulf everything you see

Storyteller:
And while the world kept turning, the architect arose
Conductor of the brutal symphony that he composed
The dawn upon a new age of a feral hateful scheme
A throne that’s built from future graves and a crown of shattered dreams

And while I’m still breathing, the architect arose
The conductor of the brutal symphony that he composed
The Architect:
(I’m still breathing; I’m the conductor, shattered dreams)
The dawn upon a new age of somberness and rigor
Storyteller:
(He is still breathing; he’s the conductor; he is the architect)

The Architect:
The dawn upon a new age of somberness and rigor
A throne that’s build from wasted youth and my vacant, shattered dreams
I’m still breathing.