The hardest wars are waged in ruined minds
From isolation I descend the mountainside
This is the eternal reccurance of the same
I've come to free you all from darkness's embrace
The non-believers pointing, laughing as he falls
In time you'll recognise the sound of future's call
This is your call to creation
A call to escape the nightmare
Of history and the cycles
That stifle imagination
Three arms to use for my defence
Silence and exile and cunning
Soar high on wings of wax
Up to the Inferno's embrace
Standing on the precipice looking down on fellow man
To become something more you'll have to dance with gravity
We are destined for something greater than this hollow form
I am the herald for the change that is about to come
Fly by the nets that constrain you
And drags you back to the waste land
Artifice demands attention
You must awake from the nightmare
Three arms to use for my defence
Silence and exile and cunning
Soar high on wings of wax
Up to the Inferno's embrace
Standing on the precipice looking down on fellow man
To become something more you'll have to dance with gravity
We are destined for something greater than this hollow form
I am the herald for the change that is about to come
Fly with me
Burn with me
Fly
Three arms to use for my defence
Silence and exile and cunning
Soar high on wings of wax
Up to the Inferno's embrace
Future's Call Video (MV)
Performed By: Chapfallen
Language: English
Length: 4:20
Written by: Bradley Rogers, David Morris, Jordan Wright, Joshua Eardley, Max Cottrell, Thomas Longshaw
Chapfallen - Future's Call Lyrics
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The hardest wars are waged in ruined minds
From isolation I descend the mountainside
This is the eternal reccurance of the same
I've come to free you all from darkness's embrace
The non-believers pointing, laughing as he falls
In time you'll recognise the sound of future's call
This is your call to creation
A call to escape the nightmare
Of history and the cycles
That stifle imagination
Three arms to use for my defence
Silence and exile and cunning
Soar high on wings of wax
Up to the Inferno's embrace
Standing on the precipice looking down on fellow man
To become something more you'll have to dance with gravity
We are destined for something greater than this hollow form
I am the herald for the change that is about to come
Fly by the nets that constrain you
And drags you back to the waste land
Artifice demands attention
You must awake from the nightmare
Three arms to use for my defence
Silence and exile and cunning
Soar high on wings of wax
Up to the Inferno's embrace
Standing on the precipice looking down on fellow man
To become something more you'll have to dance with gravity
We are destined for something greater than this hollow form
I am the herald for the change that is about to come
Fly with me
Burn with me
Fly
Three arms to use for my defence
Silence and exile and cunning
Soar high on wings of wax
Up to the Inferno's embrace
From isolation I descend the mountainside
This is the eternal reccurance of the same
I've come to free you all from darkness's embrace
The non-believers pointing, laughing as he falls
In time you'll recognise the sound of future's call
This is your call to creation
A call to escape the nightmare
Of history and the cycles
That stifle imagination
Three arms to use for my defence
Silence and exile and cunning
Soar high on wings of wax
Up to the Inferno's embrace
Standing on the precipice looking down on fellow man
To become something more you'll have to dance with gravity
We are destined for something greater than this hollow form
I am the herald for the change that is about to come
Fly by the nets that constrain you
And drags you back to the waste land
Artifice demands attention
You must awake from the nightmare
Three arms to use for my defence
Silence and exile and cunning
Soar high on wings of wax
Up to the Inferno's embrace
Standing on the precipice looking down on fellow man
To become something more you'll have to dance with gravity
We are destined for something greater than this hollow form
I am the herald for the change that is about to come
Fly with me
Burn with me
Fly
Three arms to use for my defence
Silence and exile and cunning
Soar high on wings of wax
Up to the Inferno's embrace
Writer: Bradley Rogers, David Morris, Jordan Wright, Joshua Eardley, Max Cottrell, Thomas Longshaw
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid