Chant of Widows
The Foreshadowing Lyrics


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Burning sun, if you hear me
Burn those roses in the sand
They can sing their litany
They can suffer in my tears.
Land of communion burn inside.

Rushing blood into my eyes
Chant of widows on the streets
Warriors coming right on their way
But no enemies to fight.
Land of confusion cast me aside.

Out in the garden, sleeping, pleading
Behind the doorway, begging, starving
Around the corner mourners, murders
We're just survivors in the city.

Thoughts of death in words and knives
Chant of widows in my mind
They can sing my revenge
And evoke the lord of fire.




Land of communion burn inside.
Land of confusion cast me aside.

Overall Meaning

The Foreshadowing's song Chant of Widows is a powerful and emotive exploration of tragedy and loss, drawing on themes of war, death and mourning to create a haunting and unforgettable sensory experience. The opening lines, "Burning sun, if you hear me / Burn those roses in the sand," set the tone for the rest of the song, as the singer invokes the power of nature to purge the world of its sorrows and suffering. The image of roses burning in the desert becomes a metaphor for the destruction of beauty and life in war-torn regions, where even the most fragile and delicate things are consumed by the flames of conflict.


As the song progresses, we hear the eerie "Chant of widows" rising up from the streets, a haunting and mournful sound that speaks to the devastation wrought by war. The singer describes "warriors coming right on their way / But no enemies to fight," highlighting the senseless and futile nature of conflict, in which innocent civilians often suffer alongside combatants. Ultimately, the song presents a bleak and somber vision of the world, in which even the act of survival is a kind of mourning, and the only hope for redemption lies in the flames of revenge and the call of the lord of fire.


Line by Line Meaning

Burning sun, if you hear me
Praying to the scorching sun for help and guidance.


Burn those roses in the sand
Destroying any sense of beauty and hope in this desolate place.


They can sing their litany
Let them recite their prayers, it does not matter anymore.


They can suffer in my tears.
Their pain is nothing compared to the sorrow and anguish that I feel inside.


Land of communion burn inside.
This once-peaceful place has turned into a fiery hell, where no one is safe.


Rushing blood into my eyes
Feeling the anger and rage building up within me, ready to burst out at any moment.


Chant of widows on the streets
The mournful cries of women who have lost their loved ones in this brutal war.


Warriors coming right on their way
Soldiers marching forward, ready for combat against their foes.


But no enemies to fight.
Despite their readiness, there is no one to engage in battle with, leaving the soldiers feeling empty and purposeless.


Land of confusion cast me aside.
The chaos and disorder of this place has left me feeling lost and alone.


Out in the garden, sleeping, pleading
People lying down in the open, begging for mercy and hoping for a peaceful ending to their suffering.


Behind the doorway, begging, starving
Others are trapped inside, desperately hoping for a way out, with no food or water to sustain them.


Around the corner mourners, murders
Death and grief are always near, with people mourning their loved ones and murder lurking just around the corner.


We're just survivors in the city.
All that is left is a group of traumatized survivors, struggling to make it through each day.


Thoughts of death in words and knives
Death is always present, whether it be through the words that are spoken or the weapons that are wielded.


Chant of widows in my mind
The mournful cries of the widows have become a constant refrain in my head.


They can sing my revenge
The widows are calling for revenge and justice to be served for the atrocities that have been committed.


And evoke the lord of fire.
Their cries are summoning a destructive force, one that will burn everything to the ground and start anew.


Land of communion burn inside.
The flames of destruction spread throughout the land, consuming everything in its path.


Land of confusion cast me aside.
Left to wonder if there will ever be an end to the suffering and chaos that plagues this land.




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