The Heritage Lyrics

Dark...are these times
They...are dying

But we will remain
For we are not the sheep
We are the ones
Chosen by ourselves
To carry on the heritage
Of what was not meant to last

The future is for us to create
And maintain.

The religious cattle willingly chose the way of
Slow and inconspicuous corruption.
After all
their existence on this earth was brief.

Hardly visible, the sun cast it's last cold rays.
If this is not the end
Then what is?

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