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Alchemy of Sorrow - Gold

by Ruins Of The Past

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Prelude 01:21
Piece by piece Day by day Season by season Year by year Sawing and reaping Drudging and building Gaining wealth From sweat and tears Honest effort Honest reward Nurtured by pride Of the own work Every man Is the artisan Of his fortune Of his dreams When your life's work shines in splendour When you receive your just reward When you're filled with deepest satisfaction Your hands have turned sweat and dust into purest gold The playing children The smiling woman The well-fed servant The laughing maid The neighing horses The golden fields The grazing cattle The well-filled granary Harsh land transformed Into fertile soil Wild nature's heart Tamed by the plough A kingdom build On rocky ground Filled with riches From the long hard years of sacrifice
This cloudy morning promised nothing good Icy wind carried rumors of war to my ears No battle ever brought anything good To this land, to these people - only death and tears Sullen riders came from far behind the hills To proclaim the orders of the ruthless king Oppressive taxes and the seizure of our supplies To feed the thousands who march into their demise Domini, reges, cleptae Domini, reges, cleptae This world is a chessboard for masters and kings But just a snake pit for their serfs and slaves We pay for their madness with our silver and blood For their schemes and greed we kill each other an get buried in mud Domini, reges, cleptae Domini, reges, cleptae I clench my fist and raise it to the sky To curse the mighty men and their ignorance which never dies They have their swords, I have only bitter words They steal my pride and goods and I watch how gold turns to rust Brutally awoken from the illusion That man forges his own destiny Cause when it stands, your life's construction, with it's rivets' blinding shine The greed of the mighty ones will be the rust that eats it all From rich to poor in the blink of an eye Life's perfection never seemed so fragile All those years of diligence – swallowed by the tyrants' greed Crowned rats who steer our fortune, a shameless breed! Crowned rats! Filthy thieves!
Born into a world of unconcern Pain, deprivation and misery – unknown All streets seem to be paved with gold „Just take one of a thousand opportunities, luck is with you if you work hard enough“ Your golden cage it feels so save But it can't withstand any flood of sorrow The sun that always shines is just a weak flame And the calm you take for granted is just the eye of the storm Rise up to the sky Embrace the sun til your dreams are burned away Fall down to the ground Inhale the dust of life's insignificance Rise up to the sky Save yourself from the rat race down below Fall down to the ground To build a monument of dead dreams' bones Paralysed when disaster strikes A black cloudy monolith is crushing your dreams You never looked behind the veil of shallow comfort Where misfortune lurked – now it mangles your faith and your courage to face life
one lights thee with his flame, another puts in thee — Nature! — all his gloom! what says to this man: lo! the tomb! cries: life and splendour! to his brother. o mage unknown whose powers assist my art, and whom I always fear, thou makest me a Midas — peer of that most piteous alchemist; for 'tis through thee I turn my gold to iron, and in heaven behold my hell: beneath her cloud-palls I uncover corpses loved of old; and where the shores celestial die I carve vast tombs against the sky. - Charles Baudelaire, 1857 / Lewis Piaget Shanks, 1931 -


released March 2, 2019

Recorded October 2017 - October 2018 at Studio Wostok

Music & all instruments / lyrics & vocals by Tobias Jäpel
Artworks & layout by Tobias Jäpel


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