Gothic Blonde - Ink and Iron (Acoustic)

Описание: Gothic Blonde - Original Lyrics and Composition by Johanez Johnston
Copyright 2025 Aberdare Multimedia

Ink and Iron

They carve their truths in ink so black,
On tablets sealed from mortal hands.
The words they speak, they twist, they crack...
A labyrinth of lies expands unchecked,
While gods look down with hollow plans.

The shepherd kneels, his flock in tow,
Each prayer a chain, each hymn a blade.
They cannot read the seeds they sow...
Their faith in shadows, debts unpaid,
Binds them to a debt they’ll never know.

The unseen hand still scribes the law,
To silence tongues, to bind the free.
They seize the earth, they claim it all...
Your voice, your will, they carve away,
And cloak their theft in piety.

The iron gleams in furnace glow,
Forged not for plow, but for the yoke.
They trade their grain for chains, and so
The merchant laughs, the poor man chokes...
A feast for kings on bones they stoke.

A coin for faith, a tithe for grace...
The vaults grow fat, the fields grow bare.
They cannot read the king’s true face...
His crown of gold, his heart of air,
He rules through greed, a cold embrace.

The unseen hand still scribes the law,
To silence tongues, to bind the free.
They seize the earth, they claim it all...
Your voice, your will, they carve away,
And cloak their theft in piety.

No compass holds in shadowed lands,
No stars to guide, no paths to tread.
Their voices echo, empty hands...
A thousand lies where truth once bled,
And fog consumes what hope withstands.

They whisper tales of gods and fire,
Of hells below, of heavens high.
They cannot read the grand desire...
To keep them blind beneath the sky,
And drown their will in dark desire.

The unseen hand still scribes the law,
To silence tongues, to bind the free.
They seize the earth, they claim it all...
Your voice, your will, they carve away,
And cloak their theft in piety.

The ink dries cold, the iron rusts,
Yet still they kneel in endless night.
Their voices fade to ash, to dust...
No words to claim, no will to fight,
Their lives consumed by lords unjust.

I scream their truths into the void,
But none can hear, none dare reply.
The land of lies cannot be destroyed...
For ink and iron never die,
Their chains eternal, unalloyed.

The unseen hand still scribes the law,
To silence tongues, to bind the free.
They seize the earth, they claim it all...
Your voice, your will, they carve away,
And mock your cries with piety.

The ashes fall, the winds grow still,
No spark remains to light the way.
The silent crowd bows to their will...
Their chains reforged with each new day.
I fade to naught, my voice too shy...
For ink and iron... never... die.