Seven Stars the Angel of Death - Tombs

Bury the sun in the western sky

Old fields will fail and cities burn

Like dreams like visions I had

Like dreams from long ago

The ravens fly as death descends

The gods of war show no remorse

Our lives crushed by the wheel

In our hearts we know it’s true

Buried all in shallow graves

In death our hearts are true

In death we have no name

In death our hearts are true

In death we have no name