[Music: C. Kjorsvik, Lyrics: T. Knapstad] Withered symbols of decay I beheld Their lifeless shapes omens of things to come Withered symbols of decay
destiny of the damned and proclame the empire's decay warrior of the evil spawn moving by black winds and following the trail of war and pain Sworn to
bleed Behold the rebirth of the evil one Cast fallen Desecration of the sorrowful god Sworn to decayed deceit Hear the lament of the weak Spawned painful
he ground. All would hear what the seers would say but the church hid the secrets away. Number two was revealed too late as a peaceful world decayed
voice of one who weeps I curse this memory You held the hand of hope With glory's wreath And deceiver's promise The vows your lips have sworn Tomorrow wear decay
say "life's not all that its cracked up to be" And I feel like a dump trucks sufferin' back on to me And it's smothering me in a wealth of decay And I
And look to the wind, for conspiracies, ooh Infamy! They say 'strike him down!' 'strike him down!' Let stone and oak decay the crown. Who'll raise their hearts
bleed behold the rebirth of the evil one cast fallen desecration of the sorrowful god sworn to decayed deceit hear the lament of the weak spawned painful
now) withered and decayed. (This land of Shadows was) once a realm of ancient Glory (now it has become a sad) Palace of Dismay ! I have sworn to bring
left in decay the code to creation is in us that which was all and nothing in all itself being everything but none in the shape of a perfect heart forever sworn
: Evanescent like the scent of decay I was fading from the race When in despair, my darkest days Ran amok and forged her face From the fairest of handmaidens
handle queen of a broken spade You must not be afraid You must turn the page You wore your goddess down In jaundiced disarray Your halo fell into decay
of one who weeps I curse this memory You held the hand of hope With glory's wreath And deceiver's promise The vows your lips have sworn Tomorrow wear decay
