The Dying Of The Light کے بول

Greying Bleeding Fraying Failing Slightly colder, growing darker Only I can see The earth, it inches farther From the sun into the sea I am now the sum of all the demons that infest A cancer of my own construct And built in self defense No moon, no stars Blacked and ripped out from the sky No dawn, no day Fly the banner of true night Greying Bleeding Fraying Failing Rotting Fading Drowning I can feel the subtle chill in the breeze that rushes by The only light that touches a dying sun lost to life I can hear the dimming of the sound of rampant life As I crawl on through the ashes towards the dying of the light