Decline Songtext
von For Ruin

Flight from the season,
From the ghost of days long past
Portray the grave expressions
Of winter′s shrine and silver grasp
a shining moment, a defining century
"Beware of the sharp edged weapon
called human being"

Arrive; a surreal existence
Arrayed as gilded cage
Our age of dogged persistence
Out of reach the golden age


A defining moment
our season of decline
...a declining moment

Fly;
from our pained existence
Unease at the pace of change
To a path of least resistance
Rearrange to reclaim our fate

A defining moment
our season of decline
...a declining moment

A defining moment
our season of decline
...a declining moment