man s triumphs had no bounds
and the hearts we break can t mend
You can t pick up the pieces, they searched out for a better race of, and the hearts we break can t mend
The shifting sands conceal the truth, imperfect till the end
as if they knew the gift they brought
Is this the place we seek, secrets of the dead, as somewhere some thing flies
is this the place we seek
As if they knew the gift they brought, secrets of the dead the, secrets of the dead
Deserted by the ghosts that knew, the shifting sands conceal the truth
Man s triumphs had no bounds, the sands reclaimed their ground
We never learn form our mistakes, secrets of the dead
on whom to bring rebirth
Secrets of the dead, secrets of the dead
where angels fear to tread
we let ourselves be bled
The sands reclaimed their ground, we let ourselves be bled
a crescent moon casts ghostly shapes
The secrets of the dead, secrets of the dead
Secrets of the dead, we never learn form our mistakes, we never learn form our mistakes
We let ourselves be bled, we let ourselves be bled
the album goes easy at first, pretty good, you could have it in the background while doing something else. But then comes a point where you have to leave everything on hold and apreciate the brilliance of it.
This song is positively intoxicating. Some of the fans are always looking for Priest songs to absolutely bash their heads in with brutality, like Painkiller ( the song ), or All guns blazing, and I've been admittedly guilty of that too. But if you sit back, relax, and just feel how heavy yet melodic this song is, not to mention the sheer artistry going on with all aspects of the song, it is truly mind blowing, at least to my ears. This isn't just a song, it's a piece of art....
The shifting sands conceal the truth
Revealing only lies
A crescent moon casts ghostly shapes
As somewhere some thing flies
We let ourselves be bled
Secrets of the dead
Deserted by the ghosts that knew
Man's triumphs had no bounds
Left starving by our own mistakes
The sands reclaimed their ground
We let ourselves be bled
Secrets of the dead
Time takes us down so deep
Is this the place we seek?
Secrets of the dead
Secrets of the dead
We never learn form our mistakes
Imperfect till the end
You can't pick up the pieces
And the hearts we break can't mend
As if they knew the gift they brought
Was wasted on this earth
They searched out for a better race
On whom to bring rebirth
We let ourselves be bled
Secrets of the dead
We let ourselves be bled
Secrets of the dead
Where angels fear to tread
The secrets of the dead