
The Torments Of Atlas Lyrics
- Genre:Folk
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
Yearning
Is the god forsaken country
Who's slew trees souls haunt
Slow and lumbering
Yearning
Is the god forsaken country
Agape under the Wheel
That turns more stripped rubble in its mouth
Through it's mouth
Full of broken teeth it screams
'My blood smells like flowers'
Yearning
Is the god forsaken country
Bound by it's oppressor
Who knows their crime
And longs to forgive themselves
Of themselves
For themselves
By themselves
Yearning
Is a god forsaken country
Who like Atlas has his reasons
Who like Atlas could not succumb
To Heracles cruel tricks
Prometheus!
My fire is burning low!
Your hand is chained and the other is tethered
Prometheus!
This light is stale!
Your hand is chained and the other is tethered
Prometheus!
Your fennel lamp is chocked in soot!
Your hand is chained and the other is tethered
Yearning
Is a god forsaken country
That can't drop the stone