Rock pop rap jazz instrumental piano guitar garage
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Story behind the song
Difficult times make for a certain amount of nihilism.
Lyrics
Dark Days
L.J N.2008
So these are the bad times
This is the way it all ends
The circling vultures finally
Coming home to roost
So this is the end of empire
The walking death of dull despair
As the crumbling walls come tumbling down in a hail of truth
Not with a whimper, not with a bang
Rust in the water, rot in the air
Lambs to the slaughter, up on the altar,
Complicit, consenting, Stockholm syndrome sheep
These are the Dark Days that the old ones said would come
These are the ashes left inside the temples of stone
These are the Dark Days, when the fear blots out the sun
And the last of the marrow’s been sucked out of the bone
So this is the end game
The circle closing once again
And we are left to wander
Across a darkling plain
So this is how the fire dies
As endless winter covers the land
So this is how the lights go out
As they wink off one by one
Hardly a protest, scoffers succeeded
The loudest voices were the ones that were heeded
The hunger for gold overwhelmed any reason
And then it was time to pay
Then it was time to pay
Now it’s time to pay…and pay and pay and pay and pay and…..
These are the Dark Days that the wise men said would come
These are the ashes left inside the temples of stone
These are the Dark Days, when the fear blots out the sun
And the last of the marrow’s been sucked out of the bone
These are the Dark Days that the shamans said would come
These are the ashes left inside the temples of stone
These are the Dark Days, when the fear blots out the sun
And the last of the marrow’s been sucked out of the bone
