Skupina Light this City pochází z Ameriky, z Bay Area u San Franciska. Hrají Melodic Death Metal/Metalcore. V jejich hudbě se spojuje rychlost titánů thrash metalu, kteří také pocházejí z Bay Area, a extrémní zvuk evrpoských death metalových...
Píseň: City of the Snares
- Interpret:
- Light this City
- Album:
- Facing the Thousand
Follow me to solace and safety Over the tar-blackened river and past the gleaming yellow eyes I hope I’m right this time I can’t lose any more of you tonight They’re trusting me to lead them, but they don’t know I’m just running from my fear Are they catching on yet? Let’s change our course I’m putting all that I’ve got into my last resort Can I count on you to make it work? Peril and risk prowling around every corner Sudden death rushing at us from behind the clouds Danger and threat stalking weary stragglers Keeping us on the very tips of our toenails The enemy has been on our scent for days, Only miles away from revenge they crave There has got to be a way To cover our tracks Or what happens when we stop running? I can’t be too panicked to protect Tell me, when we opened your eyes Did we kill you or save your life? I thought we’d never break away From the city of the snares, always fighting to forget, Choking out their memories I was almost intimidated by their sleek exteriors But the truth’s they were baited with the best They claimed they had no choices left What value does gilded, useless armour have When you finally need to fight? Stop with this show, And repeat the pathetic blind surrender. We may be outnumbered; We’re not oblivious, we are not cowards Like every one of them So why am I still plagued With apprehension, hopelessness, guilt and shame? In spite of myself, I wonder Regretfully, when we opened your eyes, Did we save your life? How the hell did any of us survive? Peril and risk dominating the night Sudden death rushing at us from behind the clouds Danger and threat stalking weary stragglers Keeping us on the very tips of our toenails When the casualties outweigh survivors, Is that when I’ll know I’ve been defeated? While the passive deny, we act on acceptance Did we save you or did we kill you? The dread and turmoil now behind us An uncertain leader, we’re just fortunate To have gotten through it all We’re chasing utopia at the top of the world I can see it now—home. We’re almost there