The glories of our blood and state
Are shadows, not substantial things;
There is no armour against Fate;
Death lays his icy hand on kings:
Sceptre and Crown
Must tumble down,
And in the dust be equal made
With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Some men with swords may reap the field,
And plant fresh laurels where they kill:
But their strong nerves at last must yield;
They tame but one another still:
Early or late
They stoop to fate,
And must give up their murmuring breath
When they, pale captives, creep to death.
The garlands wither on your brow,
Then boast no more your mighty deeds!
Upon Death's purple altar now
See where the victor-victim bleeds.
Your heads must come
To the cold tomb:
Only the actions of the just
Smell sweet and blossom in their dust.
supported by 16 fans who also own “From Nothing to Eternity”
When this album was released a legend was born.
The first album was very promissing, but it needed some work. Memento Mori on the other hand is a great album from start to finish.
Marion's touch gave the band what they needed, and only time can tell what kind of hights they will reach.
If you like Children of Bodom and Arch Enemy, most likely you will love this band as well. Aradaan