No, no hope, no sheltering sun Just endless soul pouring The ground is dry The deep grows thick I'm in the flood And the sky's filled with fear The wind howls The breeze I scream This is the land of the dead This is our fate So let us keep our bones Forever cursed Forever alone No hope, no sheltering sun Just endless soul pouring We are the last of the living In this kingdom of death We are the last of the living In this kingdom of death We are the last of the living In this kingdom of death *
