Requiem
Eternal Ryte Lyrics

Downtown, alleyways.
This is a place where desperate people live and die, surrounded by crumbling buildings and poverty-stricken streets.

Where shattered men with broken dreams.
The people who live here have lost hope and are struggling to survive day by day.

Live and die in torn brick buildings fade to black
Their lives are filled with darkness and suffering, as they try to survive in buildings that are literally falling apart.

Where junkie's cries and pusher's lies.
Drug addiction is rampant, and both the dealers and their victims tell lies to stay alive.

Echo through the streets tonight.
The sounds of despair fill the air, even at night when things are supposed to quiet down.

There where pimps and tricks decide the price of life.
Those who profit from others' suffering are in control, and the cost of a human life is determined by those who exploit it.

Oh, oh, oh this is my world. Apathy and madness are its requiem.
The singer is resigned to this reality, and sees it as a place where hopelessness and insanity are the norm.

Stand and shout! For the passing of the world.
The artist wants to fight back against the forces that are causing this suffering and destruction.

Stand and shout! Its dying echoes call.
The effects of these problems are already being felt, and it's time to take action before it's too late.

Stand and shout! For a nation far from God.
The artist believes that society has lost touch with its moral compass and needs to find its way back.

Stand and shout! Take a look at the writing on the wall.
The signs of decay and destruction are everywhere, and it's time to acknowledge them before it's too late.

Uptown, midnight.
The scene shifts to a different part of town, where wealth and luxury are on display.

Plastic smiles on mannequins.
The people who live here are superficial and fake, pretending to be happy when really they are not.

Play the circus of the world elite.
The rich and famous are living a fantasy world, where they are entertained and celebrated for their excesses and extravagance.

Where movie stars and kings and queens.
These elite individuals are worshipped like royalty, even though they have done nothing to earn it.

Display themselves on magazines.
Their images are everywhere, in glossy magazines and billboards, as if they are the only people who matter.

There where pomp and pretense hide the pain.
Despite their appearances, those who live here are also experiencing suffering and sorrow.

Sunday suburbs. Great white building stands alone.
The final scene is in the suburbs, where a large white building seems to dominate the landscape.

Dead asleep like those who dwell inside.
Like the people who live here, the building seems lifeless and uninviting.

Bless me Lord, now they cry.
The people who live here are reaching out to a higher power for help and salvation.

While outside, scores of beggars cry.
Even though they are surrounded by poverty and suffering, those who live here are blind to the needs of others.

Empty words, like epitaphs on tombs.
Their pleas for help are hollow and ineffective, like words written on a gravestone that nobody reads.