Letra de End Of All Times (Martyrs Fire)
Is this all that we've been left Broken oaths and betrayals Empty words and dead rhetoric Of sold and broken cultureAnd I said that once before That time heals nothing And I feel like a wounded animal In the dying throes In the dying throesAnd I am near to death Yet with teeth bared And my heels dug in the dirt And the graves rabid stareWaiting for one last struggle And if I have one So will you, mark my words And gather your thoughts Gather your thoughts And gather your thoughtsBecause I am able to eclipse my sun And to collapse My star And snuff out my flame And reach out into the void Void And reach out to the void And reach out to the voidCome onWell these might well be my last days And maybe, just maybe I'll take you with meBecause this is all that I've been left The broken oaths and betrayals Empty words and dead rhetoric Of my sold and broken culture Of my sold and broken culture