I am calling upon all my monsters and beasts out there
On the glimmering eyes and the silent footsteps in the dark
There are few of us left, soon we will disappear forever
Well, at least we have lived to the fullest, and made our mark
Brothers, do you recall when the grasslands reached to the horizon
And the deafening roar of countless wings overhead
Back when Rome was a village, and Britain - the Emerald Island
Before we gave up on our future, and buried our dead
Where have you been hiding? In nightmares and in fairytales
On the pages of fantasy books, and in video games
Barely scraping along in the wild, and working retail
Trying hard to forget what we were once, and our shame
I will not let you have it your way! I will not let you go
You are all that is left from the battles that we fought and lost
I have made it my calling to reach out to every lost soul
Offer each wraith a home, and a cloak to each bare-threaded ghost
We are ashes and dust of the Inquisition fires
We have seen our loved ones ran down and burned at the stake
We were here to witness the rise and the fall of empires
And you, humans, are set on repeating all our mistakes
You extend your lifespans, but without death - there is no progress
You are toying with plagues. You are aiming your guns at the stars
You deny our magic, yet meddle with magical forces
It's as if you are eager to fade in extinction, like us
If you had seen the wars we once fought- Oh, the glorious slaughter
Our endless rebellions without a purpose in sight
None of that matters now; it is ash that's been washed off by water
Leaving only an ache in the wounds, and a void inside
There is so much we could teach you, if you'd only listen
But you will remain deaf to our words until it is too late
Like teenagers, young races don't care for ancient wisdom
Satisfied to exist in their ignorance, and in their hate
Well, you cannot erase us. Our flesh has been mixed in with soil
Dying screams of our women and children have seeped into stone
It is our blood you seek every time you are drilling for oil
And beneath the asphalt of your suburbs are fields of our bones
Orange glow of a campfire and pale electrical glow
Both cast our shadows, as our legends unfold
We are the archetypes that exist within every man's soul
And we will live forever, or as long as stories are told
Genviel - Archetypes (feat. Meg Morgan) Lyrics
Genviel - Archetypes (feat. Meg Morgan) Lyrics
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I am calling upon all my monsters and beasts out there
On the glimmering eyes and the silent footsteps in the dark
There are few of us left, soon we will disappear forever
Well, at least we have lived to the fullest, and made our mark
Brothers, do you recall when the grasslands reached to the horizon
And the deafening roar of countless wings overhead
Back when Rome was a village, and Britain - the Emerald Island
Before we gave up on our future, and buried our dead
Where have you been hiding? In nightmares and in fairytales
On the pages of fantasy books, and in video games
Barely scraping along in the wild, and working retail
Trying hard to forget what we were once, and our shame
I will not let you have it your way! I will not let you go
You are all that is left from the battles that we fought and lost
I have made it my calling to reach out to every lost soul
Offer each wraith a home, and a cloak to each bare-threaded ghost
We are ashes and dust of the Inquisition fires
We have seen our loved ones ran down and burned at the stake
We were here to witness the rise and the fall of empires
And you, humans, are set on repeating all our mistakes
You extend your lifespans, but without death - there is no progress
You are toying with plagues. You are aiming your guns at the stars
You deny our magic, yet meddle with magical forces
It's as if you are eager to fade in extinction, like us
If you had seen the wars we once fought- Oh, the glorious slaughter
Our endless rebellions without a purpose in sight
None of that matters now; it is ash that's been washed off by water
Leaving only an ache in the wounds, and a void inside
There is so much we could teach you, if you'd only listen
But you will remain deaf to our words until it is too late
Like teenagers, young races don't care for ancient wisdom
Satisfied to exist in their ignorance, and in their hate
Well, you cannot erase us. Our flesh has been mixed in with soil
Dying screams of our women and children have seeped into stone
It is our blood you seek every time you are drilling for oil
And beneath the asphalt of your suburbs are fields of our bones
Orange glow of a campfire and pale electrical glow
Both cast our shadows, as our legends unfold
We are the archetypes that exist within every man's soul
And we will live forever, or as long as stories are told
On the glimmering eyes and the silent footsteps in the dark
There are few of us left, soon we will disappear forever
Well, at least we have lived to the fullest, and made our mark
Brothers, do you recall when the grasslands reached to the horizon
And the deafening roar of countless wings overhead
Back when Rome was a village, and Britain - the Emerald Island
Before we gave up on our future, and buried our dead
Where have you been hiding? In nightmares and in fairytales
On the pages of fantasy books, and in video games
Barely scraping along in the wild, and working retail
Trying hard to forget what we were once, and our shame
I will not let you have it your way! I will not let you go
You are all that is left from the battles that we fought and lost
I have made it my calling to reach out to every lost soul
Offer each wraith a home, and a cloak to each bare-threaded ghost
We are ashes and dust of the Inquisition fires
We have seen our loved ones ran down and burned at the stake
We were here to witness the rise and the fall of empires
And you, humans, are set on repeating all our mistakes
You extend your lifespans, but without death - there is no progress
You are toying with plagues. You are aiming your guns at the stars
You deny our magic, yet meddle with magical forces
It's as if you are eager to fade in extinction, like us
If you had seen the wars we once fought- Oh, the glorious slaughter
Our endless rebellions without a purpose in sight
None of that matters now; it is ash that's been washed off by water
Leaving only an ache in the wounds, and a void inside
There is so much we could teach you, if you'd only listen
But you will remain deaf to our words until it is too late
Like teenagers, young races don't care for ancient wisdom
Satisfied to exist in their ignorance, and in their hate
Well, you cannot erase us. Our flesh has been mixed in with soil
Dying screams of our women and children have seeped into stone
It is our blood you seek every time you are drilling for oil
And beneath the asphalt of your suburbs are fields of our bones
Orange glow of a campfire and pale electrical glow
Both cast our shadows, as our legends unfold
We are the archetypes that exist within every man's soul
And we will live forever, or as long as stories are told
Writer: Julie Deshtor
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid