Verse One

These survivors I have found are seemingly deranged
Speaking now in tongues and riddles, a religion unexplained

I sit amongst the living who act as if their dead
Worshipers of chaos, building altars to their dread

Chorus

The remnants of man, a fallen race
Gathered together, in this new distorted faith

Nothing lives, nothing's left, our world was turned to sand
As we walk hand in hand, Into this, our final wasteland

Verse Two

My tears they fall down my dry and cracking face
As I struggle to survive among the dying and disgraced

Silently now I pray to a God I had forgot
As I slink among the faithful, of a faith in what is not

Chorus

Post-Chorus

In searing light we are exposed
For what we are, for what we were
In searing light we are exposed
For what we never thought to learn

Bridge 1

Huddled together in our dark and dreary masses
Waiting for the sun to rise, the sun we will never see again

The clouds of fallen ash, covering our sunrise dying home
A quiet devils irony, that the very last
Mankind will ever see, was one that we created


Verse Three

Hope, hope is all but gone, in these quickly filling shelters
The vacant eyes of the dead, fixated and unmoving

The constant evil, fear and pain, turning faithless into faith
The faith to thrive in nothingness, when all there is, is anger, pain and hate


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For a savior had been chosen, to lead the faithful in their wastes. One given to strength, love and reason. The savior that was chosen, the Son of a Dying Season.

The Book of Eschaton
Chapter VII, Verse XXIV

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