Interpret:

Epica

Album:

Requiem For The Indifferent

Nos docti, pensantes
Sed non semper veridici


At the Zenith of wisdom
No defying myself
To the point of reaction
You propose and I dispose


I see what you mean
It's clear, what you say
The truth isn't just a derivative of your views
Truth is a fiction of your views


These are my thoughts
No discussion
My righteous plan


Just think it over now
Another point of view
It's time we realize our errs
Where is it leading to if nobody sees it
There's never an absolute


Nos docti
Sed non semper veridici


I can be so enchanting
With words beset in gold
Your senseless demanding
You propose and I dispose


I see what you mean
It's clear, what you say
The truth isn't just a derivative of your views
Truth is a fiction of your views...


This is the way
No discussion
In my life


Just think it over now
Another point of view
It's time we realize our errs
Where is it leading to if nobody sees it
There's never an absolute...


You're in denial


Can we trust all the facts and believe that the
Fancied wise are just and needed?
Do we want to rely on the views of the
Righteous ones who are succeeding?
If you look all around and you see all the
Things that are not meant to be
Then you know it's time to let them go


Your fury can no longer stand
This hauteur will come to an end
Looking for leftover friends is in vain
You'll be alone again


No more refusal
Face it, slow down


It is time for renewal
And expect no miracles
Expect no miracles when you're
In an endless fall
No regrets if you're leaving
You're a true deceiver
Accept the here and now
Or regret will end up...


Mask of justice, shield of menacing strength
Will not bend, only break


Can't we respect, can't we neglect
(No respecting so neglecting)
Those who are suffering in need of help?
(Those who suffer, needing our help)
You are the one I wouldn't like to become
(You are not one I would like to become)
Not at all in the end


(Hear our calling)
Carry me slowly
In the depths of your life
(Fear the thunder)
Free me from barren fields
And grey thunder lies
(Semblance falling)
Under that great façade
The truth loves to hide


Can we trust all the facts 
And believe that the fancied 
Wise are just and needed?
Do we want to rely on the views 
Of the righteous ones who are succeeding?
If you look all around and you see 
All the things that are not meant to be
Then you know it's time to let them go


Can we trust all the facts and believe that the
Fancied wise are just and needed?
Do we want to rely on the views of the
Righteous ones who are succeeding?
If you look all around and you see all the
Things that are not meant to be
Then you know it's time to let them go
To let them go


Nos docti
Sed plus scimus
Non spernentes
Quod dicunt alii