Descent To Oblivion

Bow down to the birth of the new man Through the sunset of a race a new time of glory All of us - the will to survive Few of us - the will to move on No life is too short to be wasted with no signs of honour An everlasting eye beholds the rise of a golden day while immortality closes its arms One and deathless Outworn of mankind is the chain to break up in fragments A step towards the perfection. A step that justifies despair one last picture through despair That is our peace: a given privilege to die A craven descent to oblivion but nothing higher than that to rest upon the only indelible sign to a discerning eye that beholds the rise of a golden day while immortality closes its arms Born from the ashes of the divine perished glory Abolishing death in the supremacy of a new man