Old Season - The Void

Dead weight on my shoulders
This crucifix of shattered dreams
I don't know how I got here
And I don't know how to leave

I reminisce on fantasies
My life ban been a dream to me
I wander this world aimlessly
For chances to appear to me

Waiting in the trees, my maker
Desires me to leave here and to come on home
The sounding of the trumpets at the gates
Herald my arrival as I'm welcomed home

Time stands still, bringing forth
Total destruction
A blackened sky, reigning fire
Down from the heavens

When the darkness starts to fall
And all light is dying
When the dead come to call
Will you still be standing here?

Your world in bleak distress
Your sins you must confess

A thousand souls disappear
Into the abyss

When the darkness starts to fall
And all light is dying
When the dead come to call
Will you still be standing here?

Your eyes deceive your mind
The lies infect your life

Suffocating
Now you're trapped
Inside the prison of your mind

When the darkness starts to fall
And all light is dying
When the dead come to call
Will you still be standing here
I can see it in your eyes
The fear that's killing you
Forever lost in time
The void will consume you

Your world in bleak distress
Your sins never confessed