Settle in, it's calmer now. It feels like it's over this time. This dying light in its final flowering shines so bright. My spirit laid bare, unfettered in undying arms.
I want to feel it all, the coldest sensation surrounding me. Breathless in winter's cold, I'm overcome by the ice in my veins. Degradation of promethean creation, our aspirations all undone. Monoliths to our search for immortality hidden beneath the skin.
The stoic march of winter, covering the ashes. Abandoned by all of the gods we created, our pillars to arrogance collapsed By the shifting tectonic plates beneath us groaning in misery. In misery.
The stoic march of winter's cold Covering the ashes of the world The world without us.
I want to feel it all, the coldest sensation surrounding me. Breathless in winter's cold, I'm overcome by the ice in my veins. The ashes of man, hidden beneath new skin. A dying breed of predators
We have no place in Heaven There is no room for us in Hell. A dying breed of predators We have no place in Heaven, no room in Hell.
We devour all that we know, we defile all that we love. I feel the weight of the world on my back, destroyer of all. My flesh is now peeling, my heart is still beating to the rhythm of the end. My spirit laid bare, unfettered in undying arms.
I want to feel it all, the coldest sensation surrounding me. Breathless in winter's cold, I'm overcome by the ice in my veins. My spirit laid bare, unfettered in undying arms. Breathless in winter's cold, I'm overcome by the ice in my veins.
Devour. Defile. Destroyer of all. My flesh is still peeling, the worms are now feeding. This is the world without us.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
