Silence, The I

Fading light the turn of time

There’s nothing left

Dead embrace

Follow the darkness

Stray from sight

And make the call

Your loving might

Fall to your knees

Praise us for we bring you to life

Praise us for we're your dying light

In our twilight hours we cling to this fatal act of breathing

Engulfed by silence suffocated by darkness embraced by the everlasting night

We are the idols to the blind like thunder to the deaf

A cry from the mute and the first of a dying breath taken without mercy

The candid decadence of man's proliferation

Spewing forth the degradation fills inside our lungs

Existence is cyclical

PARTUM VITA MORTUM