The Descent

The Descent - Abysmal Dawn

As I breathe this cold that confines me

It is I who hopes to bring light

To this valley of death

Behind the shadow of lies

Brilliant beams converge now to blind me

I cannot feel shame nor regret

But in the presence of death

When the vultures arrive

Slaves, your time of descent will come with us all

Pain the way of all flesh that withers to old

All that you dream will be forgotten

And burn with the kindred of souls

I am the seed who has begotten

To rot with the waste of this earth down below

Now burn with the kindred of souls

Your hopes have now aged and withered away

All that you dream will be forgotten

And burn with the kindred of souls

I am the seed who has begotten

To rot with the waste of this earth down below