A Dying Breed - Moonspell

Can’t you see that the curtain has fallen between us?

And that the statues of leavers keep smashing on the burning foy

A sense that is growing behind, the martyr’s dying peek

Our live has no meaning, the world forgot about me We’re dying, we’ve fallen, we’re calmly disappearing

We’re trying, defining, our sense of right and wrong

It’s a dying breed, it’s a thing from the past

We’re a dying breed

Can’t you see that the magic is over, I see it ever started

And how the music we listen keeps fading, she’s lost control

The new tribes they gather around the Earth’s dying core

The new waves are waving, no place for me anymore

We’re dying, we’ve fallen, we’re calmly disappearing

We’re trying, defining, our sense of right and wrong

It’s a dying breed, it’s a thing from the past

We’re a dying breed

We’re dying, we’ve fallen, we’re calmly disappearing

We’re trying, defining, our sense of right and wrong

We’re dying, escaping, still falling, disappearing

We’re trying, defining, our place in the natural order

As a dying breed, just a dying breed

We’re a dying breed, we’re a thing from the past

We’re a dying breed, just a dying breed

Just a dying breed