When Swans Are Choking - BORGNE

A last short ride to the top

I’ll rise and decline

The impact is gonna tear me apart

And I’ll learn to be nothing

To start all over again

World’s heritage of disillusion

Destroy every hope you still hide inside

Stop fighting for redemption

Consume your soul and die in a bonfire

An endless war within the planes

Condemned to remain a soldier

Recovering from his wounds just to resume the combat

A walking dead with a gun

I’ll destroy you before I die from exhaustion

I’ll dismember you when swans are choking

I’m at the top of my rage

I am the phase

The parasitic in the bacteria

Trotting out the same excuses you’ll die in you last repentance

Because nothing is worth it

In the Realm of Silence

Nothing worth it

But a sharp drop in compliance

Staring at my own grave

My blood full of hate

Ready for an eternal last-ditch struggle