Chikara
Album: Chikara
By: Akatsuki
By: Akatsuki
Duration
7:33
Genres
Description
Thank you Steve Cross for coming up with with the perfect drum and rhythm track. This guy did it exactly according to my specifications. As for the song itself, it's different music. You need a certain level of musical talent to comprehend its finesse. I'm pretty sure most of the would not like it. But those who will, you will have my gratitude. Inspirations - Shining, Type O Negative and Jeff Beck. The song is sung in Italian and English. There will be words then, you are unfamiliar with.
Lyrics
My friends speak to me, heaven looks down upon to forbid The cold warmth of their fire sickly yet, enchantingly morbid As the darkness spreads around me, things come to stand still I meant for it to be clear, but it never is and never will I stand up kins; unfazed, unafraid and without regret Who prays for my sins and begs the gods that they forget Bury me in ignominy, my friends I heed your vow as my own I will not rest until I test Your gods who've taken my home On the verge of god's eclipse, i rejoice, i look up high I see the sun's bloody crimson disperse and tower up above the sky With a start I stop and realize what folly have I done The sun, the moon and the stars are beyond life, beyond human I've faced the gods, and brought their fall; have I not won the fight? Or have I just breached the dark barriers to avenge what they have not done right? Wicked friends, I despise you, what did you make me do? Have I championed the cause of all that is unjust and all which is untrue? We have begun the end of something so whole and beautiful I pity myself, for I've only stayed loyal and dutiful. Beyond this earth will I live The same cannot be said of you In ever remembrance of this day of grief I will rebuild and start anew. "Out of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds, and shall find, me unafraid. It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll. I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul."
