The Descent کے بول

As I breathe this cold that confines me It is I who hopes to bring light to this valley of death Behind the shadow of lies Brilliant beams converge now to blind me I cannot feel shame nor regret but in the presence of death When the vultures arrive Slaves, your time of descent will come with us all Pain the way of all flesh that withers to old All that you dream will be forgotten And burn with the kindred of souls I am the seed who has begotten To rot with the waste of this earth down below Now burn with the kindred of souls Your hopes have now aged and withered away All that you dream will be forgotten And burn with the kindred of souls I am the seed who has begotten To rot with the waste of this earth down below