To the Grave - Aviators

Deep in the mist I can feel something there

A touch of the soul like the wind in your hair

There’s a light in the dark but it’s just so far away, oh

While we storm heaven’s gates

And we heal our mistakes

The fear could take us over

But we heal in the light

And we gather our might

To find our spirit’s closure

So we fall again

We come together

When the pieces fall apart

They last forever

With a prayer to fill our hearts

And to keep us brave, oh

Our eternity

A circle holding us between

The threads of life

This cursed reality

Has doomed us with new purpose

As spirits bound in service to the grave

Where some wander aimless and some quest for more

In traces of kingdoms, the ruins of before

We consider the cost

And we’re fighting to survive, oh

While we cross through the rift

Our ethereal gift

Will leave us shells no longer

With the whispers in mind

Of the demon inside

We end our failures stronger

So we fall again

We come together

When the pieces fall apart

They last forever

With a prayer to fill our hearts

And to keep us brave, oh

Our eternity

A circle holding us between

The threads of life

This cursed reality

Has doomed us with new purpose

As spirits bound in service to the grave

Something has eclipsed this land

Covered by an unseen hand

Suddenly in death we’ve found another kind of life

Trodden under kings and queens

We inherit greater means

Power of the souls, now repurposed for our plight

Demons from an ancient time

Rise up from the filth and grime

Soon we face the storm, but in numbers we stand strong

Blessed with a kiss from the unholy light

To get up when we miss and after we’ve died

The battle will be ours, but the war is fighting on

So we rise again

We stand together

Like million lights aflame

They burn forever

With a song to guide us home

And to keep us sane, oh

For eternity

We’re searching onward

In the afterlife of Earth

Our bones in ashes

But we fight it all in wonder

And we’ll face it with each other to the grave