Текст песни Aviators - Fading Light

Life's breath in the candlelight Lost hearts in the dead of night It's a long way down To the place they found Dark sun, hollowed by the fade Our debt they left to be paid Seen 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 Sins of judgment born in frost Then he took a name For the one profaned Know the dark but let it rest Left to lurkers in their quest Let the watchers fight And 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 won Fear not the dark Or 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...

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