Ashes of the Dying

Ashes of the Dying.. . In the cradle of decay, we breathe, Cracked skies above, the stars deceived. The weight of silence, the screams unspoken, The world's a tomb, its bones are broken. We walk the ruins, souls erased, Fingers trace the dust we’ve graced. The truth is cold, the night unkind, In this void, we’re all confined. The triumph of the dark, relentless, pure, A victory in chains, there’s nothing sure. Meaningless the light, the dream that dies, In the ashes, we all lie. No gods to guide, no hands to save, Just shadows whispering from the grave. The echoes of hope, they choke the air, A promise broken, nowhere fair. We walk the ruins, souls erased, Fingers trace the dust we’ve graced. The truth is cold, the night unkind, In this void, we’re all confined. The triumph of the dark, relentless, pure, A victory in chains, there’s nothing sure. Meaningless the light, the dream that dies, In the ashes, we all lie. We built this empire from the rot, A kingdom forged in all we forgot. In every tear, in every plea, The dark embraces what’s left to see. The triumph of the dark, relentless, pure, A victory in chains, there’s nothing sure. Meaningless the light, the dream that dies, In the ashes, we all lie. Silent as death, we fade to black, No hope to claim, no road to track. The darkness speaks, the end is near, In the void, we disappear.