Fading Light - Aviators

Life's breath

In the Candle light

Lost Hearts

In the dead of night

It's a long way down

To the place they found

Dark sun

Hollowed by the fate

Our debt

They left to be paid

See the blackness stare

Promising to spare

The chosen

Born of graves and left below

Painted ashes, painted snow

When the Dark awakens

Fires of our last hope are getting low

Souls of gods and Souls of Men

Meet in Cinders to ascend

Fate has chosen

And our Fading Light is at its end

I've a tale that time has lost

Scenes of judgement, born in frost

Then he took a name

For the one profaned

Know the dark and let it rest

Left to lurkers in their quest

Let the watchers fight

Let the Blood ignite

The chosen

Born of graves and left below

Painted ashes, painted snow

When the Dark awakens

Fires of our last hope are getting low

Souls of gods and Souls of Men

Meet in Cinders to ascend

Fate has chosen

And our Fading Light is at its end

Souls to revive us

Or rot us away

Want for the weary

And Death for the sane

Cursed yet we listen for bells left to toll

To fight back the depths

Of Humanity's soul

For the Unkindled

We look to the sun

Cities in gold

All the victories one

Fear not the dark

Nor the monsters my friend

And brace for the feast

Of Humanity's end

Born of graves and left below

Painted ashes, painted snow

When the Dark awakens

Fires of our last hope are getting low

Souls of gods and Souls of Men

Meet in Cinders to ascend

Fate has chosen

And our Fading Light is at its end

Born of graves and left below

Painted ashes, painted snow

When the Dark awakens

Fires of our last hope are getting low

Souls of gods and Souls of Men

Meet in Cinders to ascend

Fate has chosen

And our Fading Light is at its end

Fading Light