Iconoclast

Cliffs of contradiction
You’ll feel the fury of waves
Rocks stare at the dawn / Awaiting the tides to be praised
We’re coming here, to erase thy shapes
Tonight is the night / In the calmness of the dark
We’re coming here, to erase thy shapes
No plea’s been heard
Rusted structures are falling
Creating a new era
In crawling sands
The icons will be torn
Creating a new era
A still picture in blue / (Underlying) forces breed
A liquid hate will come from the depths
Drowning all eternal / An ancient rage is unleashed
A liquid hate will come from the depths
All this handcrafted pain, all these pictures of suffering
My eyes can now see, but I cannot feel… and I shall not regret
Final Chorus:
No plea was heard
Rusted structures no longer exist
Creating a new era
In crawling sands
The icons will be torn
Creating a new era