Aviators - Fading Light

Текст песни

Life's breath
In the Candle light
Lost Hearts
In the dead of night
It's a long way down
To the place they found

Dark sun
Hollowed by the fate
Our debt
They left to be paid
See 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
Scenes of judgement, born in frost
Then he took a name
For the one profaned

Know the dark and let it rest
Left to lurkers in their quest
Let the watchers fight
Let 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 one
Fear not the dark
Nor 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

Souls of gods and Souls of Men
Meet in Cinders to ascend
Fate has chosen
And our Fading Light is at its end

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

Fading Light