Faces In The Walls
Cales Lyrics


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Roar of wars was covered by the heavy cloak of dust
Noises of steel reins were broken in echoes
Air sweetened with blood
Pagan rabble
Fallen under the flag of antiquity.
I like to breath in and I devour greedily
Each little drop of the times passed away
Times of blood and of primary love as well.
In the evening falling into dark I speak to faces in the walls
They are much older than we are willing to understand
And also stronger than us, time and the power of oblivion
They are engraved into walls by songs from universe.
I like to listen to the narration of the endless labyrinth of horror
And at the same time I feel the most material and intoxicating power of




times
With which I feel to be bound.

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Cales's song Faces In The Walls evoke the imagery of war and its aftermath. The roaring sound of warfare is described as being muffled by a heavy cloak of dust, while the noise of steel reins echoes and fades away. The air itself is tinged with the scent of blood, and the fallen soldiers are referred to as a "pagan rabble," hinting at the ancient roots of the conflict. Despite the brutality of war, the singer finds a strange allure in it, savoring every moment of the past, both good and bad. In the evening, when darkness has fallen, the singer talks to the "faces in the walls," referring to the marks left behind by time and history. These faces are much older and wiser than humans can comprehend, and their power and influence are still tangible today.


The song reflects on the human fascination with the past and the way it lingers on through the architecture, landscapes, and stories we leave behind. The singer is drawn to the power of history, which is conveyed through the faces in the walls. Despite the barbarity of war, there is a sense of beauty and wonder in the way that history continues to shape and influence the present. The lyrics speak to the deep human longing to understand our place in the world and our connection to the past.


Line by Line Meaning

Roar of wars was covered by the heavy cloak of dust
The loud sounds of battles were muffled by the thick layer of dust that covered the battlefield.


Noises of steel reins were broken in echoes
The sounds of metal reins clanging against each other were now just distant echoes.


Air sweetened with blood
The smell of blood was oddly enjoyable, despite its gruesome origin.


Pagan rabble
A group of people who adhere to ancient, non-Christian beliefs were present.


Fallen under the flag of antiquity.
These people had fought and died for their ancient beliefs and way of life.


I like to breath in and I devour greedily
The singer takes great pleasure in soaking up every bit of history and knowledge they can find.


Each little drop of the times passed away
Every small piece of history, no matter how insignificant, is valuable and interesting to the singer.


Times of blood and of primary love as well.
The past is not just filled with violence and war, but also with love and compassion.


In the evening falling into dark I speak to faces in the walls
The artist spends their time in the quiet and solitude of the evening, talking to the ghosts of those who have come before them, in the form of ancient art carved into the walls.


They are much older than we are willing to understand
These faces hold more knowledge and history than we are able to comprehend.


And also stronger than us, time and the power of oblivion.
Even as time passes and humanity forgets, these faces remain, defying the power of forgetfulness.


They are engraved into walls by songs from universe
These faces were created by the force of the universe, a powerful and mysterious entity that is beyond human understanding.


I like to listen to the narration of the endless labyrinth of horror
The singer enjoys hearing about the dark and twisted parts of history, even if they are horrifying.


And at the same time I feel the most material and intoxicating power of times
Listening to the stories of the past fills the singer with a sense of power that is both tangible and addicting.


With which I feel to be bound.
The singer feels a deep connection to the past, and is bound to it in a way that is difficult to describe.




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Zdenek Vach

4:55 až do konce je geniální počin !!!

bechard

Infravalorados!

DFCZ

Myslim že Petrovi se nikdy nedostane uznání který mu právem náleží a docela mě to štve, nádherná muzika prostě.

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