Eclipse of Decay

{cinematic low orchestral drone,

slowly rising string tension,

dark heavy brass

hits}

Beneath the ash, the pressure grows A weightless shadow that no one

knows We feed the machine of our own decay As the light

is slowly pulled away {explosive blast beats,

rapid low-tuned guitar chug}

Pull down the sky,

erase the sun There is no trace

of what we have done Locked in the dark where we belong (blegh)

{heavy syncopated rhythmic pattern}

Inside the structure, the concrete breaks We feel the tremor of old

mistakes No sanctuary left to claim Only the embers of the flame

{frantic tremolo picking, double bass drumming}

Pull down the sky,

erase the sun

There is no trace of what we have done

Locked in the dark where we belong (blegh)

{heavy syncopated rhythmic

pattern}

Prepare to fall

(go!) {sudden half-time shift,

sustained low

chugs}

Crushed into dust

No hope, no light

(ruuuuuahhhh) {massively heavy, slow rhythmic slamming breakdown,

palm-muted patterns} {final feedback ring out,

decaying low

frequency buzz}