Endless - 6 Cosmic Signals lyrics

I beg of the lord, the truth be told There are no wardens stolen from the doom beyond Only slowly mourning, stabs that are heart stopping Of our greatest falling, this embarks the earth They remain the seals, the six cosmic signals The dead flock is built, the army That's falling down into a storm (Falling down into a storm) (Falling down into a storm) Harvest souls! Risible taunts of tireless gulps Harvest souls! Threat the momentary d**h People run from the light moving slowly out They don't interfere with their damning soul Feeding in the dark, there they will reside The warlord made of darts knows the sealing of things The dead flock is built, the army sponsored links That's falling down into a storm (Falling down into a storm) (Falling down into a storm) Harvest souls! Risible taunts of tireless gulps Harvest souls! Threat the momentary d**h