Tattered banners, no wind to blow
under my flight of mass
decomposition
the air is putrid, the sky is dead
this is our long awaited demise
unheard, unanswered millions of prayers
no one to finally even witness them
At the very end, we have only ourselves to blame
as I hold the ashes in my dead hands
I recall the past!
Dig your graves or rot unburied on the ground
only few were chosen to run insane
and haven't seen all the misery and pain
all life and light is cut
in infinite silence and gore
you've been brought
no heart will beat, no life will grow
nor wings will fly forevermore!
Hail starvation!
long live the dead!
welcome, insanity!
rightfully here to stay!
summoned are the plagues!
this is our sad oblivion!
life is ended in this winter!
earth is scorched!
Feathers, no more
feathers...no more
