You're not part of my creation and you will never be a part of my life
I hold this world in my hands just to show you how it ends
Born into the line of kings
Keyholder of all known things
I am the tyrant
Pacifier of this war
The leader of a warship
The force to make you bow down to my knees
We hold this world in our hands just to show you how it ends
Born into the line of kings
Keyholders of all known things
Let go, all this innocence will fuel the strength of my hate
I will construct a time that will end in the close of all constants
I'm the beauty's decline forwarded in the name of death
So start accepting your fate & take a walk on the streets of dead hope
Why try? There's no chance for you to win this fight for better days
Fear my mind
I will displace your mercy god & I will turn your gardens into deserts
Give up all your belongings
We will usher in a new era
Your idols will fall and your ignorance will lead to their demise
Black crows will rise above your white shining paradise
Be prepared for the worst
This will be your life's last sentence
I will be strong and I will be king
I'll stand on top of this golden age
Toronto band Respire deliver a post-hardcore tour de force on the largest scale possible, orchestrally rich and incessantly uncompromising. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 6, 2021