Whispers
In the wind
Telling their tale
Of nothingness
To this soil
We'll return
From ashes we rose
To ashes
We'll burn
Silence unbroken
Surrounding me
Deadens my senses
Leaving me be
Stench of decay
Crosses plains of life
Greets with pestilence
Marks where our graves lie
Fields of rust
Slowly degrade
Turns to dust
Until nothing remains
Moonlight hollow
Shining bright
Where kingdoms have fallen
And new ones arise
Nightfall descends
Granting its rest
Embraces softly
Will I be awoken again?
And the moon rose
With its strength anew
Stolen from the sun below
Blinding the stars above
In its crimson light
The madness dwells
Oh, does this night
Really ever have an end
Nightfall descends
Granting its rest
Embraces softly
Will I be awoken again?