Slaves to the curse rotting away No memory to sustain Everything ends Drifting further from life Embers will fade
In the pantheon of old I'll find my place I'll ascend to snuff the light Usurping the fire
What rises may fade - the spread of the dark begins Seeking its vessels - the flame would be its bane I covet the throne
The brighter the flame the deeper the shadow Such is the way Free from death, left to wander forever Inherit fire
What rises may fade - the spread of the dark began Seeking its vessels - the flame would be its bane
The writhing ruin bearing the curse Always searching wanting for naught This ghost in the mirror A mockery masquerading as a living thing
Every pound of flesh, every bleeding wretch All have failed before to harness the truth
I'm a vessel for the dead Their secrets are the prizes I lust Knowledge of demise from the minds of the wise We've lost but will soon see for my faith lies in ruins
Let the dark be cast upon the world wasted to death by sloth The might of the tempest for he who lets the light die outTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
