Lyrics At The Onset Of The Age Of Despair - Gallhammer

At The Onset Of The Age Of Despair

The hands, rise up into the setting sun.
The unbeknown thoughts, I look for it.
the land is missing.
The dusk, the cries, the scared.
The last prayer, not to reach.
Thus the thing I saw.
The eternity, the darkness, the pleasure.
I fall to the cold botom
Oh dirty my hands
oh dirty my flesh
oh dirty your hands
oh dirty your flesh
the way to the end.
Glow away etarnally.
the land, the dusk is seen.
the fear, the hands, it doesn’t reach.
oh the unbeheld fate.
I keep walking.