Décembre Noir - Hope/Renaissance

Lyrics to Hope/Renaissance by Décembre Noir

An uncomfortable melody Whistled on a blade of grass By the winds powerless gasp This melody shall be the last See how the trees wither While they’re longing for a last tear from a river The last straw for the renaissance of hope No bud in bloom will ever be seen again This melody shall be the last A portrait black in black Lies idle on its deathbed The ravages of time run dry As part of its last pulsation The ravages of time run dry, a portrait As part of its pulsation, black in black Decades of passive euthanasia Created a cremated world Die and let die, vanished and be forgotten How peaceful will this future be? See how the trees wither The only constant noise In the serene air The only constant noise, the sound of the flatline In the serene air, the only constant noise The sound of the flatline Hope for renaissance, in the serene air The last straw for the renaissance of hope The sound of the flatline Hope for renaissance, the last straw For the renaissance of hope Take a look at this bleak elegancy, just before the final collapse The clamor of silent words will also be unheard today How peaceful this future will be When life re-creates itself, bit by bit And silence touches the soul of beauty Until everything blooms again In the serene air, the only constant noise The sound of the flatline Hope for renaissance, in the serene air The last straw for the renaissance of hope The sound of the flatline Hope for renaissance, the last straw For the renaissance of hope