Pyroclastic

from Race Against The Sun: Part One by Dethonator

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lyrics

Ill-fated morning out of time
Way back in AD 79
When, without warning, sonic violence cracks the sky
As all the people stop and stare
The cloud is rising through the air
There is no knowing everybody’s gonna die
Been catatonic for centuries
Millenia to sleep
Awakened from its slumber
The rage of gods unleashed
Now’s the time for decisions: should you go or stay?
Pour your gods their libations; this is the final day
Thy eruption, mass destruction, the mountain is alive
Might fantastic, pyroclastic, the mountain is alive
So, it creeps across the bay
Settling above Pompeii
Annihilation waits within a few short hours
And as the cloud obscures the light
So, the day becomes the night
Now beginning, dark display of nature’s powers
Ashes rain on the city
Gasses choke the breath
Rushing down the mountain
An avalanche of death
They launch a rescue mission but Pliny won’t get far
When the surge engulfs them, Pompeians breathing fire
Thy eruption, mass destruction, the mountain is alive
Might fantastic, pyroclastic, the mountain is alive
(Solos – H. Brooks)
Buried and destroyed, hidden under the ground
Bodies are now casts in the ruins we’ve found
Sleeping in the earth is the sum of our fears
Giants only wake every two thousand years
Thy eruption, mass destruction, the mountain is alive
Might fantastic, pyroclastic, the mountain is alive