02 - Enola Sinn & The Servants – The Tale Of Impending Doom

Lyric Intro In shadows deep, a tale untold, Of human folly, hearts grown cold. The world weeps, its spirit wanes, As darkness gathers, doom ordains. Verse 1 The sun grows dim, its light fades fast, A chilling wind, a mournful blast. The earth trembles, a silent plea, As nature mourns, its agony. Chorus Impending doom, a haunting call, The final curtain, the end of all. Desolation reigns, a barren land, The tale of ruin, at hand. Verse 2 The cities crumble, monuments fall, A symphony of despair enthralls. Humanity's echo, a fading sound, In the abyss, forever bound. Chorus Impending doom, a haunting call, The final curtain, the end of all. Desolation reigns, a barren land, The tale of ruin, at hand. Verse 3 The stars weep tears of silver light, As darkness triumphs, eternal night. Hope's ember, a dying gleam, In the face of oblivion's dream. Bridge A world consumed, a tragic end, No solace found, no path to mend. The legacy of greed and strife, In the twilight of human life. Chorus Impending doom, a haunting call, The final curtain, the end of all. Desolation reigns, a barren land, The tale of ruin, at hand. Outro The tale of impending doom unfolds, As the darkness forever holds. A chilling reminder, a haunting truth, In the aftermath of human ruth.