Pablo Dylan - Before the Plague (Official Audio)

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Lyrics:

I.
As I sing of man’s lost humanity,
The spheres are rife with fear,
The wand’ring souls of the highway now are gone,
Sisters sing of remembrance dear,
For there once was a time, when all did stand,
And voices shook the night,
I remember amorous vespers hand,
Outspread on the cathedral strike.

II.
Oh I dreamed that I walked by the stadium where,
I once seen the throne on stage,
‘for my friends and my family and my next of kin,
Passed at the time of the plague.
There’s no strings, no choir, in my hour of need,
To adorn thy faithful notes,
No temple, no altar, no incense sweet,
To denote thy faith in smoke.

III.
As I lonely reflect on time’s cool breeze,
I revere my lover’s kiss,
Since the days when we stormed the coast of Normandy,
We ain’t seen nothin’ like this
For death and doom, slipped inside the seams,
But there’s no glory to be wrought,
Empire’s cradle to a graveyard-sleep,
But temples stand f’ cent’ries untrod.

IV.
As warfare expounds o’er hospital beds
Swiftly rings pandemic’s bell,
As all anticipate what comes next,
The wise men say no one can tell,
And the siren sweetly sang, as the gold trumpet rang
And all prepare for the task.
But the vile violent fangs, of death’s dark pangs,
Will break all defense at last.

V.
Holy were the cities, and holy the life,
Sanctified the path that’s trod,
Holy were the deserts, where the outlaws roamed,
Hallowed were the mountain tops,
Yes on the mountains high, I shall be thy priest,
Before my memories fade,
On the how it used to be,
Before the time of the plague.

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