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Fading Light (SoulSong Version)

 

Fading Light (SoulSong Version)

(album: Dystopian Fiction - 2017)


Life's breath in the candlelight
Lost hearts in the dead of night
It's a long way down
To the place they found
Dark sun, hollowed by the fade
Our debt they left to be paid
Seen the blackness stare
Promising to spare
The chosen

Born of graves and left below
Painted ashes, painted snow
When the dark awakens
Fires of our last hope are getting low
Souls of gods and souls of men
Meet in cinders to ascend
Fate has chosen
And our fading light is at its end

I've a tale that time has lost
Sins of judgment born in frost
Then he took a name
For the one profaned
Know the dark, but let it rest
Left to lurkers in their quest
Let the watchers fight
And the blood ignite
The chosen

Born of graves and left below
Painted ashes, painted snow
When the dark awakens
Fires of our last hope are getting low
Souls of gods and souls of men
Meet in cinders to ascend
Fate has chosen
And our fading light is at its end

Souls to revive us
Or rot us away
Want for the weary
And death for the sane
Cursed yet we listen
For bells left to toll
To fight back the depths of
Humanity's soul
For the unkindled
We look to the sun
Cities in gold
All the victories won
Fear not the dark
Or the monsters, my friend
And brace for the feast
Of humanity's end

Born of graves and left below
Painted ashes, painted snow
When the dark awakens
Fires of our last hope are getting low
Age of dark, an age of men
Turned to ashes to ascend
Fate has chosen, and our
Fading light is at its end

(Fading light...)

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