Last Will and Testament - Cult Of Luna

The parchment of my flesh must break

The winter winds my soul doth take

And all beneath the heavens lies in peace

A world will form and fade away

The crystal dawn of the final day

Breaks upon the shores of death’s release

Bring me my flesh and blood

On land, the sky, the sea

And light a raging fire upon the hearth

Gather round 'neath the cloak of time

And drink a toast to these

Our final days upon this earth

We made the deserts from the gardens of our youth

We spewed our blackened hearts into the sea

Through darkened skies and poisoned clouds

We blindly grope for truth

We couldn’t see the forest for the trees

To my wretched son I leave this gun

To slaughter all your race

For this, the beast you have become

I have no longer taste

And daughter fair with burning hair

The swamp of life be thine

And watch as e’en the great will mate

With the lowliest of swine

To breed the sons, the greed and scum

Of this your ravaged land

All my estates, both small and great

Shall fall beneath your hand