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Carach Angren - Charles Francis Coghlan [Reaction/Review]

Lyrics: Charles Francis Coghlan A blackness comes forth, thick clouds from the North A serene cemetery atmosphere Transforms into one of melancholy and drear The wretched remaining seek shelter ahead Huddled together, shedding tears for the dead And ‘midst the silence before that storm The beginning of this peculiar tale is born Ravished by infernal winds, hail and rain A storm surge generated by a deadly hurricane Caskets plucked like feathers and swept into the sea Into a maritime eternity Charles Francis Coghlan, born in Paris, 1842 A remarkable actor awaiting his breakthrough Charles Francis Coghlan moved from Ireland to the United States of America His charisma would put a spell on you Talented, handsome and eccentric A rising star... reaching far Rough waves carrying caskets towards another destiny And most of them sink into the cold blackness of the sea Yet one coffin keeps floating steadily Charles Francis Coghlan, rising star, reaching far Charles Francis Coghlan, rising star, reaching far... in death Breath-taking was his play, expressing joy, fear, sorrow and rage He collapsed to the floor And when his applause died down, he truly died on stage Charles was no more Day and night dancing and swaying along with the tide Crushing rogue waves pounding the box of death until it's out of Sight Until there's no more light Corroded by maritime salts Submerged into the ocean's cold Sinking away from the circling sharks Pulled down into the dark Charles Francis Coffin - rising star, reaching far Charles Francis Coffin - rising star, reaching far... in death Charles Francis Coghlan - rising star... reaching far Charles Francis Coghlan - rising star... reaching far in death Taken by the wave from its Texan grave Coghlan's coffin drifted like a ghost along the American coast Until 7 years later, after the storm had abated The casket was found washed ashore on Canadian ground We are artists for life until the last drop has been shed And true artists will always perform until their very last breath Even within the cold and timeless theatres of death