Final Battle An Ode to the Art of Self-Destruction Part II by Source Of Tide Lyrics

[Thus they speak:]
Bright twilight twinkled like silver
The world seemed to be filled with warmth
It was no place for us
As we were dissolved in sorrow
(Light is darkness itself.)

Full-moon rising towards massive dark
Nor the darkness itself
Shows us dark as the light itself

[Sorrow and agony:]
We used to ride the night butterflies
When we were submerged in the smoke of your powers
Their souls seem to twinkle in silver light
The skies gave us mist and flowers..
(Light is darkness itself.)

In this sticky swampiness of your hands
We dressed our souls in colours of the
Flowers and lights
And while our songs cried
Against the human race
Our tired voices in the
Flash of lights did blaze
So a bird built a nest in our skies
And your smoke became our roof..
As we know our mother, you destroyed her
Only to remain the ruins of her beauty
So we prepared for the final battle
When nature itself turned against man
In those words of self determination;
We sing an ode to the art of self destruction

Full-moon rising towards massive dark
Nor the darkness itself
Shows us dark as the light itself

[War:]
And the hills were burned to make our bodies old
So again and again the moon grows cold
We lived so little and yet too much
But still the evenings are as beauty as dawn of birth
(Light is darkness itself.)

Full-moon rising towards massive dark
Nor the darkness itself
Shows us dark as the light itself
Shows the wholeness of darkness
The true manifestation of black-end
Shows itself by the source of tide