Log In
Register

The Requiem for the Art of Death Full Album Lyrics

Immortal Souls - The Requiem for the Art of Death cover art
Band
Album

The Requiem for the Art of Death

(2011)
TypeAlbum (Studio full-length)
GenresMelodic Death Metal
Album rating :  80 / 100
Votes :  1
Lyrics > I > Immortal Souls Lyrics (39) > The Requiem for the Art of Death Lyrics (9)
Submitted by level 21 록스타 (2017-10-07)
1. i. Art of Death act I: Soulbells
2. ii. Evil Believer
Are you who you say you are?
Are you something else?
I want to know you, as I am one of you.

I built a wall around my head
And filled my urges til they where dead
Here I stand alone in this land of confusion.

Give me lever long enough and I shall move the world
Give me lever long enough and I shall turn the world upside down.

Am I who they say I am?
Am I who I thought I was?
Who are they to name me, do I even care?

They are so keen to label me,
Like it would set them free.
All I ever wanted to be was only me

Give me lever long enough and I shall move the world
Give me lever long enough and I shall turn the world upside down.

As the world keeps turning...

Evil believer-Am I the one to make you question your faith
Evil believer-who are you to question mine!

Outcast-unloved-hated-unappreciated
My life in veil of hatred, where do I belong?
Where should I stand if not with them and neither with my own kind?
I seem to balance on the edge of two worlds

Give me lever long enough and I shall move the world
Give me lever long enough and I shall turn the world upside down

As the world keeps burning...

Evil believer-Am I the one to make you question your faith
Evil believer-who are you to question mine!
Evil believer-Nothing you do will make me question mine!
3. iv. I Wept
Cold wind of north, the killers breathe
I hear the thunder from somewhere far
I feel the wave and scent of a grave
As i see darkness spread on the sky

Oh-madness imperial, grave-town, dark side of human mind
Oh-kingdom millenial, grave-town of the atomic age

(in nomine patris, et filii, et spiritus sancti.)

After the fall-where do you crawl, when lights are dim
After the sin-nuclear winter, bleak is the day and the end is nigh
After the fall-a new winter dawn

Black trees sway in the cold breeze
Landscape of my fragmented mind
After a while this autumn is gone
And shades of winter bury the land

Oh-madness imperial, grave-town, dark side of human mind
Oh-kingdom millenial, grave-town of the atomic age

(in nomine patris, et filii, et spiritus sancti.)

After the fall-where do you crawl, when lights are dim
After the sin-nuclear winter, bleak is the day and the end is nigh
After the fall-a new winter dawn

After the fall-where do you crawl, when lights are dim
After the sin-nuclear winter, bleak is the day and the end is nigh
After the fall-new winter dawn, scour my soul, deep from within
Nuclear winter, bleak was the day that turned to night
After the fall-a new winter dawn
4. v. Absolution
Mother-I reach out for you,
As I lay upon this wait of godliness
I sigh for a while and wonder your holiness.

Brother-the fires upon our hearts,
Are brighter now than ever before.
It is the sign of the end, I see, as it becomes fulfilled.

Wounds in my hands, wounds in my feet;
Wound in my side, wound inside deep;
Wounds in my hands, in my heart, in my soul...

Father-why have you forsaken me?
I can't believe weight of this loneliness.
Still I ask of thee, to forgive them for
They don't know what they do.

Wounds in my hands, wounds in my feet;
Wound in my side, wound inside deep;
Wounds in my hands, in my heart, in my soul...

Wounds in my hand, wounds in my feet;
Wound in my side, wound inside deep;
Wounds in my hand, wounds in my feet;
Wounds in my flesh, wound in my soul;
Wounds in my hands, in my heart, in my soul...
In my flesh...In my soul...
5. vi. Art of Death act II: The Last Journey
Standing on edge of where thins forest ends,
Looking at places, remember gone friends.
Blood on these hands is not from my veins.

I am returning to scene of crime,
Convoy of grieving still darkens my sky.
Blood of the innocent, my hands it stains.

I lay myself on the snow in this repentance.

Absolution...
Carry me into the absolution.
In your arms I fall.

Climbing the hill where I used to clime,
Woods are the same after all of this time.
Blood on these hands is not from my veins.

All of this blood, that was shed for me.
Lamb to the Slaughter to wash me clean.
Blood of the innocent, my hands it stains.

I lay myself on the snow in this repentance.

Absolution...
Carry me into the absolution.
In your arms I fall.

Absolution...
Carry me into the absolution.
In your arms I fall.
Absolution...
Bury me into your absolution.
In your arms I fall.
6. vii. Reek of Rotting Rye
7. viii. Last Day on Earth
I've been searching for something good in mankind,
Seek for wisdom in dim lantern light,
But all I see is misery.
While we feed our inborn greed;

Reek of rotting rye
Greed of rotting kind
Bless and break and part the bread
Give me what I need
Reek of rotting rye
Freed from human kind
Invest in the stock of greed
Give me my d je croisaily bread

From two small fish and five loaves of bread,
We could feed and treat a great group of men.
Poverty and misery
While we feast upon our greed;

Reek of rotting rye
Greed of rotting kind
Bless and break and part the bread
Give me what I need
Reek of rotting rye
Freed from human kind
Invest in the stock of greed
Give me my daily bread

Take the flesh of mind, for it is the bread of life.
A new covenant - do this in remembrance of me.
Take the blood of mind, for it is the wine of life.
A new covenant - do this in remembrance of me.

Reek of rotting rye
Greed of rotting kind
Bless and break and part the bread
Give me what I need
Reek of rotting rye
Freed from human kind
Invest in the stock of greed
Give me my daily bread
8. ix. Hypnotic Atrocity
I walk this path for the end of line,
I admire forest and it's scent of pine.
As the feel of cold is creeping up on me
I found a cabin with an open door.
Hear a sound of steps on the floor.
But there is no one for my eyes to see.

There is glow in the fire place.
Warm coal on the fire grate.
And I feel the warmth spread inside.
I hear the floor to creak again.
I look but it must be my brain.
From the window I can see weak morning light.

I prepare myself.
In weak light of down,
For the coming day,
Last day on Earth...
Last day, for myself;
Last day on Earth...

And now I know who is moving in these corners.
Little black shape with glowing eyes.
I feel the wind like in dream I fall.
Last rites are spoken, for this is where flesh ends.

I prepare myself.
In weak light of down,
For the coming day,
Last day on Earth...
Last day, for myself;
Last day on Earth...

I prepare myself.
In weak light of down,
For the coming day,
Last day on Earth...
Last day, for myself;
Last day on Earth...
Last day on Earth...
9. x. Thought of Desolation
On the break of sanity, I meet my antagonist.
In the field of theology, cannot find but agony.
You – do you believe in me?
Do I believe in you?
Who do you think you are?
Who are you? Are you God?

Where to find some relief, religion is too weak.
I tear down my belief, foundations of it I seek.
Do you believe all you see?
What could I have seen?
Who do you think you are?
Who are you? Are you God?

Hypnotic atrocity
Schizophrenic antagonist
Transorbital lobotomy
Hypnotic atrocity.

Hypnotic atrocity
Schizophrenic antagonist
Transorbital lobotomy
Hypnotic atrocity.

Gather words in this heap, is this Christianity?
I proudly take this leap, to haven of insanity.
You – do you believe in me?
Don't question my belief!
Who do you think you are?
Who are you? Are you God?

Hypnotic atrocity
Schizophrenic antagonist
Transorbital lobotomy
Hypnotic atrocity.

Hypnotic atrocity
Schizophrenic antagonist
Transorbital lobotomy
Hypnotic atrocity.
10. xi. One Last Withering Rose
As thoughts fill my head,
Crawling into me,
I fall into something that should never be.

My tired eyes, at last open to see,
This inner night...

Feels like nowhere to hide,
From the violent sight,
I find new anger I thought was never there.

Find myself once again from the same feel of hate.
I feel the urge pulling me into thoughts of desolation.

I drown into this pool of thoughts,
And drain myself...

The scars that lie within,
Same feel awakening,
Is there something that can set me free?

Find myself once again from the same feel of hate.
I feel the urge pulling me into thoughts of desolation.

Dweller in the dark of my own heart,
From you I am falling.
Sleeper in the deep is awakening.
You I am calling...

Find myself once again from the same feel of hate.
I feel the urge pulling me into thoughts of desolation.

Dweller in the dark of my own heart,
From you I am falling.
Sleeper in the deep is awakening.
You I am calling...
From you I am falling.
Oh God, I am falling...
11. xii. Art of Death act III: The Requiem of the Funeral Eve
I stare the tombstone, the one with my name.
That stands in the rain.
The cold face of death, shape formed in a stain,
A delusion of my brain?

As the dark is rising and deeper is this night.
More distant becomes the light.

I'm falling into deepest veil of solitude.
Where lays one last withering rose.
I stray from divinity, to be triumphant once again.
I'll return with one last goodbye.

All the others are gone now, I am here alone,
I lean against this stone.

I wait in silence to what is bound to be.
I see it all before me.

I'm falling into deepest veil of solitude.
Where lays one last withering rose.
I stray from divinity, to be triumphant once again.
I'll return with one last goodbye.

One last;
One last withering rose...
One last;
One last goodbye...

I'm falling into deepest veil of solitude.
Where lays one last withering rose.
I stray from divinity, to be triumphant once again.
I'll return with one last goodbye.

One last;
One last withering rose...
One last;
One last goodbye...
Info / Statistics
Artists : 34,217
Reviews : 7,810
Albums : 121,707
Lyrics : 149,272