"Heritage" lyrics

"Heritage"

Within demise, I rise and fall
In profound abyss and I surrender
Down and below, I dwell in rapture
Shrouded in misery until I fade

I fall from grace
I ascend in light
As a solar eclipse

Above and below, I drowned in gloom
An everlasting bloom, the final dawn of inner strife

An immersed enigma, has come to pass
Engrossed contender, a pitch-black mass
Consumed by twilight, emerging blackness
Veiled in agony, herewith I fade

I fall from grace
I ascend in light
As a solar eclipse

Above and below, I drowned in gloom
An everlasting bloom, the final dawn of inner strife

In spiritual abyss, a burden of untold
Devoured, dissolved, in esperance unfold

I fall from grace
I ascend in light
As a solar eclipse

Above and below, I drowned in gloom
An everlasting bloom, the final dawn of inner strife
Above and below, I drowned in gloom
An everlasting bloom, the final dawn of inner strife


Writer(s): Steffen Kummerer, Christian Muenzner, Jeroen Paul Thesseling
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