Текст песни Out Of Yesteryear let the flag fly

Let us embrace the desperate world,
Let’s shed black tears as we stand still on a barren ground.
Let’s light a candle in the name of those
Who has been ever ruthlessly cursed.

We see the stars that warm this firmament,
Which overgrown with dead and lifeless blue,
Walking through the darkness filled with our trespasses
We proudly wear our crowns of thorn.

With all the transgressions done and scorned,
Seeking an imaginary absolution,
We still empty the glasses that are full
To the brims with ignorance.

We see the stars that warm this firmament,
Which overgrown with dead and lifeless blue,
Walking through the darkness filled with our trespasses
We proudly wear our crowns of thorn.

The silence, rumbling with dust,
Leave no time for repentance.

I hear a matin of angels…

We blindly decipher the lines
Of our final life sentence.

I hear a matin of angels…

Dazzled by the void in front of me
I soak my heart in depravity,
And immerse myself in insincerity.

Let’s listen to a matin of angels…