The Dying Flame Of Existence

Here, at the dying Flame of Existence
As your mortal coil withers and fades
With A sigh the great black opens
The final Journey is about to begin.

Into the Night we all shall wander
Across barren fields of no Hope
Blind in the Darkness we're crawling
Through the rotting bog that claims our Souls
We now must go.

Faceless Shadows now watching
Their Presence so somber and cold.

On this Journey that seems to be endless
Every painful step takes its toll
Burdened by A million Voices
It's the cries of the lost down below.

It serves as A guide, it is our beacon
With resolve we must follow their call
Through the black Mud we struggle
Onwards to A Fate unknown.

Lifeless Sculptures prostrating
The cursed broken Spirits of old.

Struggeling through Darkness
In search of the Void
In tattered shrouds and forsaken
We, the fallen, move on.

Night oh Night, to Death's delight
It comes for all at Life' demise
The promised Land is but A Lie
We're all doomed to expire.

Night oh Night, eternal Night
It comes for all at Life' demise
The Flame inside, once burning bright
Its Light has faded and died.

And After Lifetimes of trials and Misery
We arrive at our final abode
At the swirling pit of countless Souls
Where we vanish into its Mass of Oblivion.

Night oh Night, to Death's delight
It comes for all at Life' demise
The promised Land is but A Lie
We're all doomed to expire.

Night oh Night, eternal Night
It comes for all at Life' demise
The Flame inside, once burning bright
Its Light has faded and died.