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Aviator of the Fading Light
And our fading
are getting low
Fear not the dark
Meet in cinders to ascend
Life's breath in the candlelight
Lost hearts in the dead of night
Fate has chosen
It's a long way down
To the place they found
Or the monsters my friend
And our fading light is
Dark sun hollowed by the fade
Our debt they left to be paid
at its end
Seen the blackness stare
Promising to spare The chosen
Souls of gods and souls of men
And brace for the feast
Souls to revive us
Born of graves and left below
Painted ashes - painted snow
Or rot us away
When the dark awakens
Fires of our last hope
Of humanity's end
Want for the weary
are getting low
Souls of gods and souls of men
And death for the sane
Meet in cinders to ascend
Fate has chosen
light is at its end
Meet in cinders to ascend
Born of graves and left below
Cursed yet we listen
And our fading light
is at its end
For bells left to toll
I've a tale that time has lost
Sins of judgment born in frost
Painted ashes--pain
ted snow
To fight back the depths of
Then he took a name
For the one profaned
Humanity's soul
Know the dark but let it rest
Left to lurkers in their quest
Fate has chosen
When the dark awakens
For the unkindled
Let the watchers fight And
the blood ignite The chosen
We look to the sun
Born of graves and left below
Painted ashes -- painted snow
Fires of our last hope
Cities in gold
When the dark awakens
Fires of our last hope are
All the victories won
getting low
Souls of gods and souls of men
