Await The Fires Of Man

Burn my bones, let waste come to me
Pestilence, the great purge, embers that stain the mind
Eyes of gray, see skies of gold
The fires of man destroy the path
No deliverance, no gifts, no joy
Just let it go

Getting gone
Disanimate

Hope is lost, and time is pain
Let it be dead, and gone
Graves full of sand and failure
Let waste come to all

Getting gone
Disanimate

Tuning: 
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