Heaven Shall Burn's musical style has been described as metalcore, melodic death metal, and deathcore. Their lyrics express strong support for anti-racism and anti-fascism, as well as political resistance and animal rights. All members are vegans or vegetarians and most follow a straight edge philosophy.
Of Forsaken Poets
Heaven Shall Burn Lyrics
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A forced journey into an unknown future
As our doom eclipsed this clueless state,
I had to leave my world behind
Their hate was so outright,
It filled my heart with fright
I know only too well
The slaves of terror, murder, pain
Humanity lays dying once again
Their hate was so outright,
It filled my heart with fright
I know only too well,
I am an undead poet
Buried in no ground
I know only too well
"Die Heimat hat mir Treue nicht gehalten,
Sie gab sich ganz den bösen Trieben hin
Doch hier wird niemand meine Verse lesen,
Ist nichts, was meiner Seele Sprache spricht;
Ein deutscher Dichter bin ich einst gewesen,
Jetzt ist mein Leben ein Spuk wie mein Gedicht."
[Max Herrmann-Neisse]
Now here I am, disabled but alive
Where no one calls my name
Where nothing meets my soul
Now here I am, but cannot build my home
As no one reads my bitter words
I'm yearning for the day of my return
Yet nothing's there to make my dreams come true
I know only too well,
I am a ghost wandering this world
I'm like a ghost, I know only too well
I see the distant flames
This outland holds no hope
As no one reads my truly bitter words
"Heaven Shall Burn's song Of Forsaken Poets" speaks to the plight of artists, poets, writers, and creatives who have been cast aside and abandoned because their art challenges the status quo. The song speaks about the journey of being forced to leave one's world behind as a result of the overwhelming hate of a society that chose to welcome tyranny, murder, and pain. The lyrics speak of being an "undead poet" buried in no ground, yearning for the day of return but knowing that there is no hope because no one reads their truly "bitter words." The poet feels like a "ghost wandering this world" and knows that nothing is there to make their dreams come true.
The lyrics incorporate a quote from a poem by Max Herrmann-Neisse, a German-Jewish writer who was murdered by the Nazis in 1941. The quote, "I am a German poet, living a haunt like my poetry," captures the essence of the song's theme.
Line by Line Meaning
I did not choose to tread this path,
The journey towards an uncertain future wasn't a voluntary decision.
A forced journey into an unknown future
The path towards the future was compelled.
As our doom eclipsed this clueless state,
As the inevitable fate approached, our ignorance vanished.
I had to leave my world behind
The past was left behind, to move forward to the future.
Their hate was so outright,
Their anger and hostility was too evident.
It filled my heart with fright
It instilled fear in my mind and soul.
I know only too well
I am aware without a doubt.
My people chose to welcome tyranny,
The community accepted oppression.
The slaves of terror, murder, pain
The people submitted to atrocities and agony.
Humanity lays dying once again
The demise of humanity repeats.
I am an undead poet
A poet forgotten and ignored.
Buried in no ground
A poet with no final resting place.
"Die Heimat hat mir Treue nicht gehalten,
The homeland failed to show fidelity to the poet,
Sie gab sich ganz den bösen Trieben hin
It submitted to evil desires.
Doch hier wird niemand meine Verse lesen,
In this foreign land, no one reads my poetry.
Ist nichts, was meiner Seele Sprache spricht;
There is nothing that speaks to my soul.
Ein deutscher Dichter bin ich einst gewesen,
Once a German poet, now lost.
Jetzt ist mein Leben ein Spuk wie mein Gedicht."
My life is a ghost, and so is my poetry.
Now here I am, disabled but alive
Despite being rendered powerless, I am still breathing.
Where no one calls my name
In a place where no one recognizes me.
Where nothing meets my soul
Unable to connect with anything.
Now here I am, but cannot build my home
Unable to settle and establish a haven.
As no one reads my bitter words
My laments and complaints fall on deaf ears.
I'm yearning for the day of my return
The heart longs to return to where it belongs.
Yet nothing's there to make my dreams come true
But the reality of the situation is bleak.
I am a ghost wandering this world
Lost and unheard.
I'm like a ghost, I know only too well
I am fully self-aware of my anonymous status.
I see the distant flames
I am witness to a world full of strife and destruction.
This outland holds no hope
The world is devoid of optimism and positivity.
As no one reads my truly bitter words
Underscoring the deep bitterness of our times.
Contributed by Lily W. Suggest a correction in the comments below.