Relics (Morta Skuld)

An act of fate we cannot stop Accept the consequence The land that time forgot Upon the earth This disease that feasts on man Surviving from the past As fatal visions blur Mind of the future To suffer our unknown fate Life span now decreases The darkness of war threatens To engulf the land Upon this earth This disease that feasts on man Victims are they of themselves The path in which they choose on Are past extinction we feed