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(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