End of All Times (Martyr’s Fire)

Is this all I've been left
Broken oaths and betrayals
The empty words and dead rhetoric
Of my sold and broken culture

And I said once before
That time heals nothing
And I feel like a wounded animal
In the dying throes

And I am near to death
Yet with teeth bared
And my heels dug in the dirt
And a grave rabid stare

Waiting for one last struggle
If I have one (desire)
Mark my words
And gather your thoughts

Because I am about to eclipse my sun
And to collapse my star
And snuff out my flame
And reach out into the void (3x)

Well these might well be my last days
And maybe, just maybe
I'll take you with me

Because this is all I've been left
The broken oaths and betrayals
Empty words and dead rhetoric
Of my sold and broken culture (2x)