The Heritage – Eavral – letras

Dark…are these timesThey…are dyingBut we will remainFor we are not the sheepWe are the onesChosen by ourselvesTo carry on the heritageOf what was not meant to lastThe future is for us to createAnd maintain.The religious cattle willingly chose the way ofSlow and inconspicuous corruption.After alltheir existence on this earth was brief.Hardly visible, the sun cast it’s last cold rays.If this is not the endThen what is?