End of All Times (Martyrs Fire) Songtext
von Primordial

Is this all that we′ve been left
Broken oaths and betrayals
Empty words and dead rhetoric
Of sold and broken culture

And I said that once before
That time heals nothing
And I feel like a wounded animal
In the dying throes
In the dying throes

And I am near to death
Yet with teeth bared
And my heels dug in the dirt
And the graves rabid stare


Waiting for one last struggle
And if I have one
So will you, mark my words
And gather your thoughts
Gather your thoughts
And gather your thoughts

Because I am able to eclipse my sun
And to collapse
My star
And snuff out my flame
And reach out into the void
Void
And reach out to the void
And reach out to the void

Come on

Well these might well be my last days
And maybe, just maybe
I'll take you with me

Because this is all that I′ve been left
The broken oaths and betrayals
Empty words and dead rhetoric
Of my sold and broken culture
Of my sold and broken culture