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It’s been twenty years since I’ve last seen the sun,
Locked here in hell with my oldest friend.
But so much has come between us,
Death and disguise and hidden lies,
There is nothing left of what once was.
Echoes, that’s what we are,
Trapped in location for endless damnation.
In life, my curse was the alcohol that sang to my veins;
In death it is being here in this place.
It has been twenty years since I have seen the sun,
Locked here in hell with my oldest friend.
Thirteen and half years we’ve spent
Locked together in this barren land.
A train station, you see, that we can never flee;
The trains pull in, but we can’t get on.
Trapped in Limbo, this Purgatory; a horrid void.
Echoes, that’s what we are,
Trapped in location for endless damnation.
In life, my curse was the alcohol that sang to my veins;
In death it is being here in this place.
Echoes of pain, long since gone;
Yet the scars still hold on.
Him from his father’s blade,
Me from when my heart started to fade.
Dead, we’re dead, but we still remember when
Our stories, our sagas, came to an end.
Echoes, that’s what we are,
Trapped in location for endless damnation.
In life, my curse was the alcohol that sang to my veins;
In death it is being here in this place.
Ah, Icarus, Icarus, we have flown too close to the sun;
And Theseus’ black flags now fly above that city we adored.
Your unfinished symphony, my ruined presidency;
Is that how they will remember us- broken monsters in the dark?
The devils in their broken shells?
Echoes, that’s what we are,
Trapped in location for endless damnation.
In life, my curse was the alcohol that sang to my veins;
In death it is being here in this place.
I have lost everything- my son, my love, my home- all in the name of your glorious cause.
You gave me no choice!
I was the monster, I was the villain, but I always fought for our people first.
You burned them down like they were pigs for the slaughter, but to me Manberg was almost like a daughter.
Echoes, that’s what we are,
Trapped in location for endless damnation.
In life, my curse was the alcohol that sang to my veins;
In death it is being here in this place.
Aw, do you need a Friend?
Because that’s what I lost when you fought on my land.
When the end came, I had no one who mourned;
My husband even stole and consumed my deceased heart!
And yet they practically worship you, who razed your own country!
Who killed your own people!
Blasphemy, heresy,
Why are you a god when all is said and done?
Echoes, that’s what we are,
Trapped in location for endless damnation.
In life, my curse was the alcohol that sang to my veins;
In death it is being here in this place.
Ruthless, you call me,
But who died on their knees?
Who led their country into hell like lambs to the slaughter?
Who’s the real monster in this prison, the sinner or the devil?
For neither of us are angels,
And neither of us are free,
Chained each other like each other’s worst enemy.
And perhaps we are,
The Poet and the King,
Forever entwined and forged by lies.
Echoes, that’s what we are,
Trapped in location for endless damnation.
In life, my curse was the alcohol that sang to my veins;
In death it is being here in this place.
You got out.
Of course you got out.
Justice is blind,
Even in death,
And what will be the price for her blind eye?