The Aftermath Lyrics by Mother of Millions
Feel the warmth of my breath on your frail curls
A forehead pale, eyes full of dread
Voice the soul, that silent lingers
Never a name more shall be said
Under the sun we’re mourning solely
Within the wounds that never mend
Lie where the pilgrims praise the holy
That’s how the world is going to end
How many times the whole World shuddered
Unrelieving
How many times the War-drums answered
To the living
Wash the dust of the age-old cinders
The door case burnt, my land is dead
Hear the soil, that silent lingers
Never a home more shall be heard
Under the sun we’re mourning solely
Within the wounds that never mend
Lie where the pilgrims praise the holy
That’s how the world is going to end
How many times the whole World shuddered
Unrelieving
How many times the War-drums answered
To the living
How many times before the Damned will
weave the future
How many times before the Damned will
weave the future