The Moth Gatherer - A Road Of Gravel And Skulls

The only way we're going is down The remains of this earth is bleak Nowhere to harvest, nowhere to live There is only one place to go and that is where we die In hindsight I know I lost my hope But there was nothing worth breathing for The most beautiful thing I saw in my last years Was a dying man with hope in his eyes The road beneath me Shatters and bleeds The road to the end Is of gravel and skulls The only way we're going is down The remains of this earth is bleak Nowhere to harvest, nowhere to live There is only one place to go and that is where we die The sun has drowned in oceans of sadness The clouds of Armageddon covers this world Bringing an eternal grey gaze