كلمات Blackened Bones

With sight clear We saw what road lay ahead Burning in flames for the glorious end Destiny clad, upon the stone's cast Breathing, living, dying Within empty eyes of an effigy's mask Decrepit relic from the past Blackened bones Empty hands As the rain turns iron to rust In the lonely grave of bygone blood Time's cruel march, onwards it turns Ceaseless, breathless, dying Flash-blind in stellar burst Silhouettes of an empire, returned to dust Receding illumination, darkness returns Creeping archaic harvest yearns Blackened bones Empty hands