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The Wasteland

by This Last World

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1.
Burial March 00:54
2.
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
3.
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
4.
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?
5.
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
6.
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
7.
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
8.
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
9.
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
10.
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
11.
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
12.
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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released April 18, 2019

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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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