 Artifacts of the black rain lyrics ( In flames )   
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Artist : In flames
Song : Artifacts of the black rain
(Jesper, Björn)
Stood there leaning to the city moon,
casting silhouettes tall to grip her white rooms
the black-clad voyeur in his black-clad masque
in the serpentine sun of tragedy basked
Stood there cursing at the soul-dead mass
with their fabled illusions, the vain dreams that
passed
splinters of a life rushing by in the whirl
a lone, silent warrior in a fantasy world
He cried for night / but bnight could not come
so, swept in the shroud of Misanthropia
he went away
and fed the empty galleries
with the artifacts of the black rain
sunken into the shadows with a dry, sardonic
smile
He made the footprints a part of his heart
to rouse a sacred confrontation
Stood there carving on the monument to lies
digging of the earth, making friends with the
soil
as the all-mother rises and bares her bleeding
thighs
he disappears into her cold, icy womb.
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