Текст песни End Of All Times (The Martyr's Fire)

Is this all I've been left Broken oaths and betrayals The empty words and dead rhetoric Of my sold and broken culture And I said once before That tune heals nothing I feel like a wounded animal In the dying throes I am near to death Yet with teeth bared Heels dug in the dirt And the graves rabid stare Waiting for one last struggle If I have one (desire) Mark my words And gather your thoughts Well these might be my last days Because I am about to eclipse my sun Collapse my star Snuff out my flame And reach into the void Well these might well be my last days But maybe, just maybe I'll take you down with me [Lyrics: A.A. Nemtheanga] [Music: MacUilliam, O'Floinn and Primordial] ["These are desperate times, the odds are stacked against us, surely the day will come when the wolf is let loose? When he wakes from his slumber and awakes the beast in man, and he shatters the bonds that bind him and makes one last stand... for all times."]