The Scythe Remains At Bay کے بول

There's no light here Yet it doesn't stop the shadows from appearing See them gathering Taking forms most foul They have no mouths Yet it doesn't stop them from speaking Words of mockery and malice Calling you to join them They come and possess They feed and they gnaw They take your hand and rape your flesh How long until there's nothing left Procession has started Who can tell how long ago Leading to the hallowed ground To the bosom of the great mother There's no peace to be found The curse can't be lifted Vast plains unfold There is emptiness but still you are Shapes change yet the essence remains Wander now these desolate fields Cry out to haven, cry out to hell Still the scythe remains at bay