The Decline - Darkane

Here we stand with all hope gone

Tainted by the death we’ve seen

Pushing onward on barren land

Feeding on the will to live

Left with all the pain

The fear and denial

With open arms we fall

When the shadows descend on our souls

And the end is so near

When the smell of defeat is in the air

We embrace our fate

With no life left to give

We survive into defeat

Despair, dispirited

Bereaved and without hope

Frantic, ravenous

At the end of my rope

We succumb to the dark

Where all life goes to cease

When the shadows descend on our souls

And the end is so near

When the smell of defeat is in the air

We embrace our fate

When the darkness devours our minds

The solution’s so clear

And we all stand aside

To watch it die

When it all fades away