Through lands scorched by wrath, a father's journey led,
To avenge a son, among the countless dead.
Battles raged like storms, yet his fury held,
Through the deepest hells his vengeance compelled.
In the heart of ruin, his weary eyes did see,
His home now rubble, under a shadowed tree.
The walls that once laughed, the halls that held dreams,
Gone in a whisper, silent screams.
Echoes of a war, shadows of deceit,
A father's heart torn, on a broken street.
The truth unveiled in a land so bleak,
A deeper sorrow, when vengeance speaks.
No flags, no honor, just the ash of sin,
Where his son last stood, where life had been.
No heroes or villains, just the victims of fate,
A town in ruins, avenged too late.
Beneath the rubble, a ghostly plea,
"Father, let go, set your spirit free."
But in the silence, only dust replies,
In the land of the lost, a father's hope dies.
Now he walks alone, where his home once lay,
Amongst the ruins, where children used to play.
His vengeance cold, his battle done,
In the echoes of rubble, lost his son.
No flags, no honor, just the ash of sin,
Where his son last stood, where life had been.
No heroes or villains, just the victims of fate,
A town in ruins, avenged too late.
Beneath the rubble, a ghostly plea,
"Father, let go, set your spirit free."
But in the silence, only dust replies,
In the land of the lost, a father's hope dies.
Now he walks alone, where his home once lay,
Amongst the ruins, where children used to play.
His vengeance cold, his battle done,
In the echoes of rubble, lost his son.
Through the silence, his footsteps trace,
Ghosts of the past, a once vibrant place.
Memories flicker, like the last dying light,
Holding onto shadows, in the encroaching night.
Each stone tells a story, each echo a sigh,
The wind carries voices, of times gone by.
Here, he kneels, where it all began,
A final goodbye, to a war no one can win.
With a whisper, he promises, under the mournful sky,
"To find peace, my son, where the fallen lie."
In the ruins of his world, amidst the loss and the pain,
He lays down his burden, in the land that remains.
Each stone tells a story, each echo a sigh,
The wind carries voices, of times gone by.
Here, he kneels, where it all began,
A final goodbye, to a war no one can win.
With a whisper, he promises, under the mournful sky,
"To find peace, my son, where the fallen lie."
In the ruins of his world, amidst the loss and the pain,
He lays down his burden, in the land that remains.
Jacquerie - Depression Lyrics
Jacquerie - Depression Lyrics
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Through lands scorched by wrath, a father's journey led,
To avenge a son, among the countless dead.
Battles raged like storms, yet his fury held,
Through the deepest hells his vengeance compelled.
In the heart of ruin, his weary eyes did see,
His home now rubble, under a shadowed tree.
The walls that once laughed, the halls that held dreams,
Gone in a whisper, silent screams.
Echoes of a war, shadows of deceit,
A father's heart torn, on a broken street.
The truth unveiled in a land so bleak,
A deeper sorrow, when vengeance speaks.
No flags, no honor, just the ash of sin,
Where his son last stood, where life had been.
No heroes or villains, just the victims of fate,
A town in ruins, avenged too late.
Beneath the rubble, a ghostly plea,
"Father, let go, set your spirit free."
But in the silence, only dust replies,
In the land of the lost, a father's hope dies.
Now he walks alone, where his home once lay,
Amongst the ruins, where children used to play.
His vengeance cold, his battle done,
In the echoes of rubble, lost his son.
No flags, no honor, just the ash of sin,
Where his son last stood, where life had been.
No heroes or villains, just the victims of fate,
A town in ruins, avenged too late.
Beneath the rubble, a ghostly plea,
"Father, let go, set your spirit free."
But in the silence, only dust replies,
In the land of the lost, a father's hope dies.
Now he walks alone, where his home once lay,
Amongst the ruins, where children used to play.
His vengeance cold, his battle done,
In the echoes of rubble, lost his son.
Through the silence, his footsteps trace,
Ghosts of the past, a once vibrant place.
Memories flicker, like the last dying light,
Holding onto shadows, in the encroaching night.
Each stone tells a story, each echo a sigh,
The wind carries voices, of times gone by.
Here, he kneels, where it all began,
A final goodbye, to a war no one can win.
With a whisper, he promises, under the mournful sky,
"To find peace, my son, where the fallen lie."
In the ruins of his world, amidst the loss and the pain,
He lays down his burden, in the land that remains.
Each stone tells a story, each echo a sigh,
The wind carries voices, of times gone by.
Here, he kneels, where it all began,
A final goodbye, to a war no one can win.
With a whisper, he promises, under the mournful sky,
"To find peace, my son, where the fallen lie."
In the ruins of his world, amidst the loss and the pain,
He lays down his burden, in the land that remains.
To avenge a son, among the countless dead.
Battles raged like storms, yet his fury held,
Through the deepest hells his vengeance compelled.
In the heart of ruin, his weary eyes did see,
His home now rubble, under a shadowed tree.
The walls that once laughed, the halls that held dreams,
Gone in a whisper, silent screams.
Echoes of a war, shadows of deceit,
A father's heart torn, on a broken street.
The truth unveiled in a land so bleak,
A deeper sorrow, when vengeance speaks.
No flags, no honor, just the ash of sin,
Where his son last stood, where life had been.
No heroes or villains, just the victims of fate,
A town in ruins, avenged too late.
Beneath the rubble, a ghostly plea,
"Father, let go, set your spirit free."
But in the silence, only dust replies,
In the land of the lost, a father's hope dies.
Now he walks alone, where his home once lay,
Amongst the ruins, where children used to play.
His vengeance cold, his battle done,
In the echoes of rubble, lost his son.
No flags, no honor, just the ash of sin,
Where his son last stood, where life had been.
No heroes or villains, just the victims of fate,
A town in ruins, avenged too late.
Beneath the rubble, a ghostly plea,
"Father, let go, set your spirit free."
But in the silence, only dust replies,
In the land of the lost, a father's hope dies.
Now he walks alone, where his home once lay,
Amongst the ruins, where children used to play.
His vengeance cold, his battle done,
In the echoes of rubble, lost his son.
Through the silence, his footsteps trace,
Ghosts of the past, a once vibrant place.
Memories flicker, like the last dying light,
Holding onto shadows, in the encroaching night.
Each stone tells a story, each echo a sigh,
The wind carries voices, of times gone by.
Here, he kneels, where it all began,
A final goodbye, to a war no one can win.
With a whisper, he promises, under the mournful sky,
"To find peace, my son, where the fallen lie."
In the ruins of his world, amidst the loss and the pain,
He lays down his burden, in the land that remains.
Each stone tells a story, each echo a sigh,
The wind carries voices, of times gone by.
Here, he kneels, where it all began,
A final goodbye, to a war no one can win.
With a whisper, he promises, under the mournful sky,
"To find peace, my son, where the fallen lie."
In the ruins of his world, amidst the loss and the pain,
He lays down his burden, in the land that remains.
Writer: Jacquerie Records
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid