Where History Lives - Communic

As daylight dies

The giant moves in to swallow me

In a belly filled with sins

Is this the ark of suffering?

I would die for your touch

Or at least a sign to believe in

In this spiral darkness

The grief is mine alone

In this spiral of darkness

I ride the tides of the morrow

Where history lives

In the ruins of our past

Where history lives

A place of laughter

A place of tears

Now a place of desperate cries

A flicker of light shining in the darkness

Assurance paid for immortality

A purified heart of stone prides my garden

In this place of gloom

Where old memories gather

In this spiral of darkness

I ride the tides of the morrow

Where history lives

In the ruins of our past

Where history lives

A place of laughter

A place of tears

Remember when eyes were blinded by fever?

Handcuffed for a crime waiting for freedom

Remember the smells

Like I could relive the day?

My only fear is that memories will fade away

In this place of shallow laughter

In this place of desperate cries

A twisting inferno of limbs

A blinding flash into the afterlife

You could walk away with pride

As it slowly decays

The layers of delusion have vanished

From this inner narrow-mindedness

Razor sharp claws of reality

Fear strikes a cord in my burning heart

My last breath could never tame the flame

Leaving a trail behind — of my old memories

In this spiral of darkness

I ride the tides of the morrow

Where history lives

In the ruins of our past

Where history lives

A place of laughter

A place of tears

Remember our hands held together?

The urge to live

Was higher than the sky could reach

Remember the nights we spent

Under the moon?

Our place in history among the stars…

With our tears

Our fears

Our dreams

Our life…