For Ruin - Decline lyrics

Flight from the season From the ghost of days long past Portray the grave expressions Of winter's shrine and silver grasp A shining moment, a defining century "Beware of the sharp edged weapon Called human being" Arrive; a surreal existence Arrayed as gilded cage Our age of dogged persistence Out of reach the golden age A defining moment Our season of decline ...a declining moment Fly; From our pained existence Unease at the pace of change To a path of least resistance Rearrange to reclaim our fate A defining moment Our season of decline ...a declining moment A defining moment Our season of decline ...a declining moment