A Portrait Of The Dying (When Nothing Remains)

Affliction gain ascendant of the being Weakness grow sinewy Try to darn what will befall And we will misfire Bewildered of what will occur We seek, the sinew We all forgot Dust to dust Is what we are An empty shell Of a spirit in flight Embrace our fate Neglect humanity To never return Entomb the distress of life in soil Deep in internal rooms Sense the grief no more And be free Behold the last moment Before we break, down To ash Dust to dust Is what we are An empty shell Of a spirit in flight Embrace our fate Neglect humanity Withering away To never return What will become Of the remaining sparks A gap between bounds Of die down souls No more to see No more to be A portrait of the dying