1. |
Burial March
00:54
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2. |
Lilac And Hyacinth
02:22
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sunshine, the traitor
luring us out to face the world
underground we lay fast asleep for years
we wouldn't feel a thing
lay fast asleep for years
winter kept us warm
we return at night
and set out in the morning
a shadow to follow
a shadow to meet
lilac and hyacinth
we set out in the morning
a shadow to follow
a shadow to meet
lilac and hyacinth
our roots have dried
there is no shelter from the light
under a dead tree
shadow of bent bones
on a red rock
in a handful of dust
a shadow to meet
and a shadow to follow
on a red rock
in a handful of dust
what are the cards she drew for me?
the hangman
dead sailor
those are pearls that were his eyes
blank card
truth is hidden on his back
the staves
the wheel
crowds of people drawing circles
no avail
we return at night
and set out in the morning
a shadow to follow
a shadow to meet
lilac and hyacinth
we set out in the morning
a shadow to follow
a shadow to meet
lilac and hyacinth
failing eyes
neither alive nor dead
hyacinth girl
to you I cannot speak
what are the cards she drew for me?
the hangman
dead sailor
those are pearls that were his eyes
blank card
truth is hidden on his back
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broken swords and ravaged flags
a stream crossing the stream
death sends his regards
broken voices whistle a slow march
flowing towards king william street
where she keeps the hours
he returns us to your arms
call me friend
we have not seen each other
have not met
amidst the thunder
it was the only memory
we have not met since Mylae
you must still know who I am
for friends we are
brothers at least
unreal city
welcome us
unreal city
this corpse beneath the earth
the dog is digging in the yard
call it quick
it may disturb the seed before it sprouts
we hope that it will bloom next year
this memory of fallen flesh
we plant what death returns to us
so it may grow
unreal city
welcome us home
even if you do not know us anymore
unreal city
see what death has brought to you
call me friend
we have not seen each other
have not met
amidst the thunder
it was the only memory
unreal city
welcome us
unreal city
welcome us home
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4. |
King And Queen
03:38
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stay with me
speak to me
why do you never speak?
what are you thinking?
I never know
I never hear
I never speak
what are you thinking?
what are you thinking?
what are you thinking?
and if it rains we take the car at four
waiting for a knock upon the door
we shall play a game
yeah the game of games
where the dead men lost their bones
the wind is still
yet rattles the blinds
do you know
do you see
do you remember
nothing at all?
are you even alive?
so elegant
so intelligent
so elegant
so intelligent
and if it rains we take the car at four
waiting for a knock upon the door
we shall play a game
yeah the game of games
where the dead men lost
and if it rains we take the car at four
waiting for a knock upon the door
we shall play a game
yeah the game of games
where the dead men lost their bones
flaring flames encased in gold
glow into words
savagely still
sylvan scenes in ivory
all the glitter
savagely still
glow into words
and if it rains we take the car at four
waiting for a knock upon the door
we shall play a game
yeah the game of games
where the dead men lost their bones
stay with me
speak to me
why do you never speak?
what are you thinking?
I never know
I never hear
I never speak
what are you thinking?
what thinking?
what thinking?
what thinking?
what thinking?
what?
what?
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5. |
Hurry Up It's Time
04:17
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rest your head and drown your heart
the end of this is yet to come
for a brief hour
in the midst of wine and smoke
talk and laugh and fill the room with worry
what did you do with all that you were given?
where are the teeth?
where are hair and home?
you have never been quite the same
since they ripped it from your womb
the little soul that ground you into dust
hurry up it's time!
time to go
time to go
hurry up it's time
they are almost home
there will be others in your stead
if you dare to fall behind
you better thank the heavens
you better pray
thank the heavens
oh you better pray
hurry up it's time!
time to go
time to go
hurry up it's time
you can already feel their breath
feel their breath
you've never been quite the same
little soul
what did you do with all that you were given?
where are teeth? where are hair and home?
talk and laugh
fill the room
what did you do?
what did you do?
the little soul
you ground it into dust
goodnight
I wish you all goodnight.
time to go
time to go
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upon the current all is broken
no trash to fill the waters' waves
even the rats have gone to shore
weeping over your waters
softly till I end my song
behind the gashouse is where they dragged their belly on the bank
bones and naked bodies
the sound of the city
bringing one to another
mother and daughter
all wash their feet
sweet Thames
softly till I end my song
unreal city
unreal city
bring the strangers I knew
let them stay
a day
a week
fall back into fog
unreal city
sweet Thames
softly till I end my song
end my song
end my song
end my song
end my song
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7. |
The Violet Hour
03:21
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food is set
the table ready
the meal is done
what the seers witness
what the circle bore to light
hands explore the skin
defense
resignation
apathy and vanity
then the music from her cold
follows him up unlit stairs
"now that that's done with I am glad it is"
the record ever rotating
from the window on the waves
and through the streets
from bar to bar and home to home
the music from her window creeps
at the violet hour
the human engine waits
the hour that strives homeward
brings the sailor from the sea
apathy and vanity
apathy and vanity
apathy and vanity
apathy and vanity collide
through this city
sweating oil and tar
these walls and waters
fishermen bide their time
before they must return to sea
they must return to sea
and she sits at her window
cutting the sleeper from her thoughts
forget the patronising kiss
what she wouldn't give to leave instead
a long walk reveals it all
trams and trees and red sails
the Isle of Dogs and the lie he whispered in her ear
a new start
the turning tide
from the window on the waves
and through the streets
from bar to bar and home to home
the music from her window creeps
she stayed silent
nothing to resent
nothing to reply
she connected nothing with nothing
at the violet hour
the human engine waits
the hour that strives homeward
brings the sailor from the sea
apathy and vanity
apathy and vanity
apathy and vanity
apathy and vanity collide
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8. |
A Current Under Sea
01:20
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the young man of old
passed the stages of his age
those are pearls that were his eyes
all profit lost
those are pearls that were his eyes
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9. |
If There Was Water
03:51
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winding road
spun around
among these mounts
carved from rock
and rock alone
spun around
among these mounts
carved from rock
and rock alone
sandpaved stripes of desert
in the distance spires
like teeth bite through the fading clouds
there is no bed to rest our backs
and not a drop to wet our throats
sterile thunder without rain
wayward winds sow drought
if only there was water
if only the sky would break
if only the sky would break
and no water on the rocks
neither pool nor puddle
if I could hear the sound of water only
but there is none
run dry
cut down
carry us savely at every turn
through this forsaken land
winding road
spun around
among these mounts
carved from rock
and rock alone
no time for thoughts beyond what drives each step
and even the sweat runs dry
there is no bed to rest our backs
and not a drop to wet our throats
there is not even silence
thunder without rain
there is not even silence
carved from rock and rock alone
if only there was water
if only the sky would break
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footsteps mark the road
they mark the way we came
there's a phantom at your side
even though we always were alone
hooded figure who is on your other side
the air sounds with lamentation
beneath the hood the blinded fall
foodsteps mark the road
they mark the way we came
the earth reformed
there is a city over the mountains
towers fall
New York
Vienna
Paris
Alexandria
all the vermin of this world
scouring the ruins
black hair carrying the light
violet it shines
fallen towers rising from the sky
reaching for the wells into the bowels
play a song for this end
what was that song I knew?
these walls have been abandoned
a spirit once lived here
now only the wind and dry bones
wind and dry bones
wind and dry bones
wind and dry bones
wind and dry bones
wind and dry bones
wind and dry bones
the earth reformed
there is a city over the mountains
towers fall
New York
Vienna
Paris
Alexandria
dry bones harm noone
these graves
these stinking pits
I hear the song of grass
is it morning already?
I can never tell
a spirit once lived in these temples
now only the wind
chasing stormclouds from the sea
lighting and then rain
footsteps mark the road
they mark the way we came
there's a phantom at your side
even though we always were alone
hooded figure who is on your other side
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11. |
Words Of Thunder
02:42
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as the final torch has burnt out
frost and silence lost their grip
agony and stone have been washed away all the same
the cries of war no longer dare to resonate
of thunder and spring rain
over glacial peaks
the dead and living
trading places
with patience
sunken and waiting for the rain
watching black clouds gather
we were holding each breath
then the thunder spoke
by this we have existed
the secret unrevealed
even after death we keep it
it can't be found in what we leave behind
the key is in itself the prison
thinking of it seals us in
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12. |
World In Order
02:21
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fishing in the saltless sea
broken shore
arid plains behind
what are the shored fragments
washed against these ruins?
shall i at least set my world in order?
is this all thats left?
falling down, falling down, falling down
shall i at least set my world in order
before the end?
London Bridge is falling down
can you still remember
what the thunder said?
do you still see the pearls that were his eyes?
what is the question?
please ask away
what is the question?
I have to know
shall I at least set my world in order
before I hide inside the fire?
when will I be as the swallow
hellfire refined?
London Bridge is falling down
fishing in the saltless sea
broken shore
arid plains behind
what are the shored fragments
washed against these ruins?
shall I at least set my world in order?
shore up the fragments
I hope he will
watch the prince
in his ruined tower
London Bridge is falling down
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This Last World Austria
This Last World started their musical journey as 'Ashes To Dust' in 2010 and recorded two eps under that name - 'From
Here... Direction Sun' and 'Take Shelter'.
In 2019 they decided to found This Last World and release The Wasteland. Inspired by old school melodic death metal, modern metalcore and a little djent they create an intense mixture that sounds like more than the sum of its parts.
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