Embrace the Scythe - Soulfallen

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This tale has long bee through

No ink left in the bottle

The quills all cut in two

No words left unspoken

No deeds left untold

Only white space unending

Filling our dreams of old

They say all hope is lost

And this should make as sad

But how can one lose

What one has never had

And in the face of Death

My tears have long ran dry

For I have come to submit

What the world still denies

Blank soul after another

The pulse has long since died

No life left in these vessels

Cold stares in empty eyes

And from our breed of tyrants

We will be the last

For the coming final season

Has already passed

They say all hope is lost

And this should make us sad

But one cannot lose

What one has never had

And in the face of Death

My tears have long ran dry

For I have come to embrace

What the world continues to deny

There will be no epilogue

No final words upon our stone

For in the fabric of our Time

This future has already been sewn!

I know the world id dead

In veils of funeral clad

For it has long since lost

Whatever pulse it had

And in the arms of Life

These veins have long ran dry

Best to embrace the scythe

As we lay down and die