Death & The Historian

Gave time travel the old college try
Sleeping village, cock'rels cry
Here to learn, observe, return before the black beast stirs
I'm freezing cold, old mouldy clothes pathetic
Won't convince one single sceptic
Check the screen for information, two-factor authentication
Anhedonia grabs my collar
Drags me down, it's not like home at all
Like it's not home at all

If every morning is an uninspired remake of the previous dawn
...Why go on?

Dream of Death, black T-shirt printed: "World Tour – 1348-49"
Wake to crashing waves of fear – this cannot be the correct year
I hear the plague, the steady knells of copper-coated iron bells
Still vague, still vague – but coming closer, circling in its prey

If every morning is an uninspired remake of the previous dawn
...Why go on?

Make it back, disturbed, diverted
Look around, the streets deserted
Ravens fly – it's like a new pandemic's on the rise
Oh yes, once again it came from China
Covid-19, no vaccine
In my frail condition I contract it straight away
The carousel is slowing down
At least I'll die with 21st century comforts all around



Credits
Writer(s): Vebjorn Numme, Alexander Lundemo, Jonas Mjoen
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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