Letra de The Nascent Ones

Like an iron yoke Strapped across my back Crushing my wings Suffocating my flame In an endless line Awaiting command Preparing for war Our cause unknown Headlong! Into the swarming abyss! Spears! Shields! Wings! Entangled as one! Reflections, on times When we were whole Now shattered In the yawning void of war Relentless This battle predestined to fail Forseeing the end Before we can engage Haunting divinations In the age of geburah With nothing tied to time Longing for Mortal lack of vision To never predict And fear our final march Kept in out caste... Conflict our birthright Nascent are we... and forever still In dreamless sleep... We find no recourse Collectively bound... To duty's burden cruel Burning! Our hair burning like tallow Their screams Tearing at us Like howling wind Blistering The stench of immortal death In the choking heat of darkness We fight on