#1
Hey! Like half a year ago I already posted an older version of this song, but now the lyrics are final.

Tell me what you think... if I had more time I would record the song... maybe later.



You can't stop gazing into starlit skies
when their radiance glares like stinging eyes
and the angels in their barren lands
beckon you with their bleeding hands
the sky drains off color, static remains
an inverted sea of monochromatic stains

just call the northern wind when wishing for rain
to bring you tales of the war
all around you the world is slain
but a flower grows from a pit of tar


time stops and you fall through the gray
a second passes, an hour, a day
arcane words in tongues buried by age
history repeats itself, you live in a cage
live never differs, not in all those years
you only fear the change, you never change your fears
ancient slogans shine from a concrete wall
while radiant cities around you finally fall

just call the northern wind when wishing for rain
to bring you tales of the war
all around you the world is slain
but a flower grows from a pit of tar


you ask them: what did their holy books tell?
about the end and heaven and hell
you missed your saviour who delivered the weak
there's no god of whom you all speak

and you chant out your anthems
so souls will revive
these machines that worked
in your mind and your life
they hesistate to fuel up
on the blackness you fought
in an eternal instant
they fear the futures you brought

enjoy the silence when a new dawn has come
whispering ashes, evil untold and undone
when the acid smoke forms a new kind of life
and you'll follow its path and help it to thrive

just call the northern wind when wishing for rain
to bring you tales of the war
all around you the world is slain
but a flower grows from a pit of tar

just call upon whatever god will hear
to relieve you from pain and old fear
you tell them to breathe that clean air
and sing out the 1000 names that you bear



btw, its about an apocalyptic scenario
#2
im amazed. This song has really come through. I love it. I like the apocalyptic setting
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Quote by djmay71
it wasn't 7 days, it was 5.

and you call yourself the son of catholics

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I would keep it on my mantel piece and tell my grandchildren about the day I tried to overthrow the human race with my race of tree-men.
#3
Okay although I am not the best one for the job of critiquing seeing as I am not the greatest lyricist - I found only a few minor problems that can be fixed pretty easily.
The first was a spelling error. In one of the lines this one:"live never differs, not in all those years" is it not supposed to be "life"?
And then your chorus I think it is this rt? :
"just call the northern wind when wishing for rain
to bring you tales of the war
all around you the world is slain
but a flower grows from a pit of tar"
the last line about the "flower growing in a pit of tar". Good metaphor yes but "tar" doesnt truly rhyme with "war" since "war" sounds more like "wore" (forgive my texan accent, dont know if it rhymes with your accent) and "tar" is more like "car".
I dont know if you can find a good way to change it that sticks to your apocalyptic setting but I just wanted to point that out.
Good luck,
Rodney.