(Ft. Aaron Matts of Betraying The Martyrs)
Blinding flashes in the shadow
I can feel illuminated and embraced
By this comforting light blessing the horizon
The night is sinking cold
Pulling us to the ground
DEVASTATED
Our mortal forms are no more
Great fires, frozen and extinguished
Intriguing auras perceived haunting the skies of this unholy territory
Transcending survivors reaching for the light
Repeating on and on this non-sense
"I will follow you in my darkest hour
So show me the light, show me your power"
On general command populations were gathered
In the heart of the mountains surrounding our herd
To contain and eliminate the fear
In the desperate eyes of our frightened peers
I'm following the enlightened to the cradle of the light
The wraith of the apocalypse transpires on every inch of land in sight
I can feel the sorrow and despair of our fallen kins
Cursing through my dead veins
I am a stranger to such faith
It slowly devours my flesh
It burns like a thousand hell fires
Desolation and abomination are what I face now
An excruciating sight answering all my wonders
So cold it's now unbearable
I am losing focus, a veil of ice blinds my sight