The Greek Dark Age or Ages and Geometric or Homeric Age (ca. 1200 BC–800 BC) are terms which have regularly been used to refer to the period of Greek history from the presumed Dorian invasion and end of the Mycenaean Palatial civilization around 1200 BC, to the first signs of the Greek city-states in the 9th century BC. These terms are gradually going out of use, since the former lack of archaeological evidence in a period that was mute in its lack of inscriptions (thus "dark") has been shown to be an accident of discovery rather than a fact of history.
The archaeological evidence shows a widespread collapse of Bronze Age civilization in the eastern Mediterranean world at the outset of the period, as the great palaces and cities of the Mycenaeans were destroyed or abandoned. Around this time, the Hittite civilization suffered serious disruption and cities from Troy to Gaza were destroyed. Following the collapse, fewer and smaller settlements suggest famine and depopulation. In Greece the Linear B writing of the Greek language used by Mycenaean bureaucrats ceased. The decoration on Greek pottery after ca 1100 BC lacks the figurative decoration of Mycenaean ware and is restricted to simpler, generally geometric styles (1000-700 BC). It was previously thought that all contact was lost between mainland Hellenes and foreign powers during this period, yielding little cultural progress or growth; however, artifacts from excavations at Lefkandi on the Lelantine Plain in Euboea show that significant cultural and trade links with the east, particularly the Levant coast, developed from c 900 BC onwards, and evidence has emerged of the new presence of Hellenes in sub-Mycenaean Cyprus and on the Syrian coast at Al Mina.
Dark Ages may refer to:
Darlings are you ready for the long winter's fall?
said the lady in her parlor
said the butler in the hall.
Is there time for another?
cried the drunkard in his sleep.
Not likely
said the little child. What's done
the Lord can keep.
And the vicar stands a-praying.
And the television dies
as the white dot flickers and is gone
and no-one stops to cry.
The big jet rumbles over runway miles
that scar the patchwork green
where slick tycoons and rich buffoons
have opened up the seam
of golden nights and champagne flights
ad-man overkill
and in the haze
consumer crazed
we take the sugar pill.
Jagged fires mark the picket lines
the politicians weep
and mealy-mouthed
through corridors of power on tip-toe creep.
Come and see bureaucracy
make its final heave
and let the new disorder through
while senses take their leave.
Families screaming line the streets
and put the windows through
in corner shops
where keepers kept
the country's life-blood blue.
Take their pick
and try the trick
with loaves and fishes shared
and the vicar shouts
as the lights go out,
and no-one really cares.
Dark Ages
shaking the dead
Closed pages
better not read
Cold rages
What time is it, boys and girls?
It's time for the Dark Ages!
Your nightmares and traumas
can make you rich and famous
Commericals can teach you
all that you need to know
Kiss my flag
Don't look back
The past is gaining on us
Read my lips
Watch my hips
These are the Dark Ages
George Orwell's dream came true
But no one realizes
It crushed us so nicely
with so much wit and style
Entertainment might as well be
just like a rocket launcher
Too bad it's in the hands of the enemy
Nobody believes me
And so I know that I'm right
Charisma addiction gives me a deja vu
Is this like Germany in the 1930s?
Do we have to
live through the apocalypse again?
Might be the dark ages
But we're so happy
Happy to be today
You never know when you
might have to fave the censor
So I don't pretend to
want to make too much sense
Revolution on TV
in far-off distant countries
Too bad
it's just another mini-series here
Nobody believes me
And so I know that I'm right
Charisma hangover
has got to wear off soon
Could this be like Eastern Europe
in the 1990s?
Will we ever get a chance
to have perestroika here?
These are the Dark Ages
But we're so happy
Happy to be here today
Might be the Dark Ages
But we're so happy
A century of holy fires
Death commanded by a holy bible
In fire many souls were lost
The mysteries of evil
Truth or insane lies
The fear of the unholy sword
The fear to see evil arise
Witchcraft, a cause of death
Prove your innocense
Or cruelly you shall burn
A century of holy fires
Death commanded by a manic priest
In fire many lifes were lost
The mysteries of faith
Truth or insane lies
The fear of the holy word
The fear to see evil arise
There have been some nights
That didn't end so well
An evil that lurks in the woods
Compels me to drag you through hell
The shadow self waits
For the owl of truth to appear
Through vicious secrets we learn
Love is fear
Return to this ghastly place
With virtue's sour smell
Whispering fool's prayers
Bring you back to my hell
The dweller on the threshold cries out
Hard habits die old
Fear cave
Where is my Sealathia, where my guardians,
Where is my life?
Why is it running - I'm crying alone,
I'm abandoned.
I'm walking over the fire and dead bodies,
Where are all those humans,
Who conjure up these dark rites,
Where are they?
I'm looking for you - my fairies of sun,
I'm searching and asking you to show me
The right way at the moment -
There is only fire left everywhere,
It's running my mind, it creates the
Terrible state of oblivion.
There will be no more sun, neither flowers, nor forests,
Only fire, fire, fire.
Fire - which burnt my heart,
Fire - which burnt my eyes,
Fire - which killed my soul,
Fire - the dragon's power of darkness
What time is it, boys and girls?
It's time for the Dark Ages!
Your nightmares and traumas
Can make you rich and famous
Commericals can teach you
All that you need to know
Kiss my flag
Don't look back
The past is gaining on us
Read my lips
Watch my hips
These are the Dark Ages
George Orwell's dream came true
But no one realizes
It crushed us so nicely
With so much wit and style
Entertainment might as well be
Just like a rocket launcher
Too bad it's in the hands of the enemy
Nobody believes me
And so I know that I'm right
Charisma addiction gives me a deja v?
Is this like Germany in the 1930s?
Do we have to
Live through the apocalypse again?
Chorus:
Might be the dark ages
But we're so happy
Happy to be here today
You never know when you
Might have to face the censor
So I don't pretend to
Want to make too much sense
Revolution on TV
In far-off distant countries
Too bad it's just another mini-series here
Nobody believes me
And so I know that I'm right
Charisma hangover
Has got to wear off soon
Could this be like Eastern Europe
In the 1990s?
Will we ever get a chance
To have perestroika here?
Chorus:
These are the Dark Ages
But we're so happy
Happy to be here today
Might be the Dark Ages
But we're so happy
In the time, when darkness ruled
No one saw the light
In the cold black emptiness
Victims of the night
You can't fight what you can't see
To be or not to be
In the dark ages
In the dark ages
Those evil days will still remain
Till someone breaks the chains
Just the strong survive
You have to try, or you will die
In the Dark ages
None of us are what we were
I know you've heard this all before
I know you've heard this all before but none of us are
what we were
But it's a dark age, a dangerous time
I'm on the last page, the end of the line
But it's a dark age, a dangerous time
I'm on the last train, the end of the line
Outside the bar on the road to the Madrid, a curious
frost settled down on my ribs
These were the badlands, the sad lands
I wanted to leave but I wanted to give
Whispered in song in the tops of the trees, "Tears are
the only rain that we see"
Whispered in song in the tops of the trees, "Tears are
the only rain that we see"
I get up too late to wave off the night
Lightning and thunder
Fear and wonder
Murder and murder
Chaos disorder
Hate and pain
will rise again
Nothing remains
Bring it on again...
On and on and on and on...
On and on and on...
Inna babylon
On and on and on and on...
On and on and on...
Inna babylon
Hell on earth
Like a curse
War is hell
Time will tell
Apocalypse meets
the final disease
Death now creeps
The enemy within...
On and on and on and on and on...
On and on and on...
Inna babylon
On and on and on and on...
On and on and on...
Inna babylon
United nations
Divided tensions
Body count rises
while leaders lie
Desolation
Separation
Sufferation
Confrontation
On and on and on and on and on...
On and on and on...
Inna babylon
On and on and on and on...
On and on and on...
Inna babylon
Desolation...
Annihilation...
Decapitation...
Seperation...
Murder nation...
Sufferation...
Confrontation...
Retaliation...
Mutilation...
Devastation...
Confrontation...
Too much tension...
On and on and on and on...
On and on and on.
Inna babylon
On and on and on and on...
On and on and on...
The sense of insignificance
It winds itself around your chest.
Surrender and submission have now become what it takes to be alive.
Just keep in mind this happens to the best of us at times,
And it's not going to get any easier.
You walk this road of desolation,
Only to end up on your knees,
But just know that you are not alone.
The only things holding you back are the lies that you refuse to challenge.
You're drowning in a sea of self destruction,
And your lungs are starting to cave in.
And when you feel that your words can only be heard in echoes,
They are more deafening than ever before.
Every day we face helps build the strength that makes us who we are.
I've lived through this,
And so can you.
Suffering in silence has become something thrown to our past.
And though the friendships that we've built are constantly falling apart,
The remaining few retain the most heart.
Darlings are you ready for the long winter's fall?
Said the lady in her parlor
said the butler in the hall.
Is there time for another?
Cried the drunkard in his sleep.
Not likely
said the little child. What's done
the Lord can keep.
And the vicar stands a-praying.
And the television dies
as the white dot flickers and is gone
and no-one stops to cry.
The big jet rumbles over runway miles
that scar the patchwork green
where slick tycoons and rich buffoons
have opened up the seam
of golden nights and champagne flights
ad-man overkill
and in the haze
consumer crazed
we take the sugar pill.
Jagged fires mark the picket lines
the politicians weep
and mealy-mouthed
through corridors of power on tip-toe creep.
Come and see bureaucracy
make its final heave
and let the new disorder through
while senses take their leave.
Families screaming line the streets
and put the windows through
in corner shops
where keepers kept
the country's life-blood blue.
Take their pick
and try the trick
with loaves and fishes shared
and the vicar shouts
as the lights go out,
and no-one really cares.
Dark Ages
shaking the dead
Closed pages
better not read
Cold rages
~~~~~~~~~~
We are living in the, in the dark ages
Haven't seen some daylight in what seems ages
All the information is locked far beyond
Locked in circuits and bathed in silicon
And we're fast asleep with our dreams seething
In and though all is still we are still breathing
But it's him in the dark, he makes me null and void
But it's him in the dark, I think I'm paranoid
A world of half-truths, what goes unspoken
Lines of communication are stripped and broken
And the dark is cold with hands freezing
But this deep-freeze seems strangely pleasing
And the powr-trippers receive facelifts
And the button-pushers all work night shifts
And the misdemeanors seem so ghastly
While the media punch is so lasting
And the Eastern comrades find out much too late
And free men are free to subjugate
Under megashadow, under nine to five
Still it's self-extinction that keeps us alive
We are living in the, in the dark ages
Haven't seen some daylight in what seems ages
All the information is locked far beyond
Locked in circuits and bathed in silicon
I don't know
Go to sleep