Embrace The Scythe
- Soulfallen (2012)You are listening to the song Embrace The Scythe by Soulfallen, in album Grave New World. The highest quality of audio that you can download is flac . Also, you can play quality at 32kbps, view lyrics and watch more videos related to this song.
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Lyrics
Blank page after another
This tale has long bee through
No ink left in the bottle
The quills all cut in two.
No words left unspoken
No deeds left untold
Only white space unending
Filling our dreams of old.
They say all hope is lost
And this should make as sad
But how can one lose
What one has never had
And in the face of Death
My tears have long ran dry
For I have come to submit
What the world still denies.
Blank soul after another
The pulse has long since died
No life left in these vessels
Cold stares in empty eyes.
And from our breed of tyrants
We will be the last
For the coming final season
Has already passed.
They say all hope is lost
And this should make us sad
But one cannot lose
What one has never had
And in the face of Death
My tears have long ran dry
For I have come to embrace
What the world continues to deny.
There will be no epilogue
No final words upon our stone
For in the fabric of our Time
This future has already been sewn!
I know the world id dead
In veils of funeral clad
For it has long since lost
Whatever pulse it had
And in the arms of Life
These veins have long ran dry
Best to embrace the scythe
As we lay down and die.
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