molllust
Opera metal
Janika Groß | Vocals, Piano
Frank Schumacher | Guitar, Vocals
Sandrine B. | First Violin
Luisa B. | Second Violin
Lisa H. | Cello
Tommaso Soru | Drums
Janika Groß | Vocals, Piano
Frank Schumacher | Guitar, Vocals
Sandrine B. | First Violin
Luisa B. | Second Violin
Lisa H. | Cello
Tommaso Soru | Drums
"Voices of the Dead" (In Deep Waters, 2015)
Who declared us dead?
We are all here and our patience is long gone, so leave today or we’ll come.
We are the voices of the dead.
We don’t accept such self-crowned kings.
We are not as doomed as you might believe.
We won’t keep silent anymore.
I dream of a better world
where all of us do our best
as part of our society:
not to be the best but be the world’s most humble guest.
We are the voices of the dead.
We don’t accept such self-crowned kings.
We are not as doomed as you might believe.
We won’t keep silent anymore.
We’ll cut the cursed strings
binding us to the puppeteers.
We’ll dance, quiver and arise
finally when new dawn’s bright light
caresses our faces and fills us with hope.
We are the voices of the dead.
We don’t accept such self-crowned kings.
We are not as doomed as you might believe.
We won’t keep silent anymore.
We are the voices of the dead.
We do not need such self-crowned kings.
We are not as doomed as you might believe.
We won’t be patient anymore.
Who declared us dead?
We are all here and our patience is long gone, so leave today or we’ll come.
We are the voices of the dead.
We don’t accept such self-crowned kings.
We are not as doomed as you might believe.
We won’t keep silent anymore.
I dream of a better world
where all of us do our best
as part of our society:
not to be the best but be the world’s most humble guest.
We are the voices of the dead.
We don’t accept such self-crowned kings.
We are not as doomed as you might believe.
We won’t keep silent anymore.
We’ll cut the cursed strings
binding us to the puppeteers.
We’ll dance, quiver and arise
finally when new dawn’s bright light
caresses our faces and fills us with hope.
We are the voices of the dead.
We don’t accept such self-crowned kings.
We are not as doomed as you might believe.
We won’t keep silent anymore.
We are the voices of the dead.
We do not need such self-crowned kings.
We are not as doomed as you might believe.
We won’t be patient anymore.
