End Of All Times (Martyrs Fire) - Primordial

Is this all I’ve been left

Broken oaths and betrayals

The empty words and dead rhetoric

Of my sold and broken culture

And I said once before

That tune heals nothing

I feel like a wounded animal

In the dying throes

I am near to death

Yet with teeth bared

Heels dug in the dirt

And the graves rabid stare

Waiting for one last struggle

If I have one (desire)

Mark my words

And gather your thoughts

Well these might be my last days

Because I am about to eclipse my sun

Collapse my star

Snuff out my flame

And reach into the void

Well these might well be my last days

But maybe, just maybe

I’ll take you down with me