Embrace The Scythe — Soulfallen

Blank page after another This tale has long bee through No ink left in the bottle The quills all cut in two

No words left unspoken No deeds left untold Only white space unending Filling our dreams of old

They say all hope is lost And this should make as sad But how can one lose What one has never had And in the face of Death My tears have long ran dry For I have come to submit What the world still denies

Blank soul after another The pulse has long since died No life left in these vessels Cold stares in empty eyes

And from our breed of tyrants We will be the last For the coming final season Has already passed

They say all hope is lost And this should make us sad But one cannot lose What one has never had And in the face of Death My tears have long ran dry For I have come to embrace What the world continues to deny

There will be no epilogue No final words upon our stone For in the fabric of our Time This future has already been sewn!

I know the world id dead In veils of funeral clad For it has long since lost Whatever pulse it had And in the arms of Life These veins have long ran dry Best to embrace the scythe As we lay down and die