Pilgrims Of The Sun lyrics

Your soul I've come to reap This world you'll never leave Losing the will to shine A path of deaths design This life becomes a ritual Out of your mind again Your time is burning free Out from the void again No flowers mark your grave A lost soul now enslaved This mist you can't see through Deaths hand is leading you This life becomes a ritual You're out of your mind again Your time is burning free Out from the void again Life taken upon the wings of age Skulls laid out in line for all to see When will it end this tragedy Blind leading the blind into insanity See out this life Burn free your time See out this life Burn free your time