From Bulwark to Bane Lyrics

Let your name echo on,
off my tongue;
I fear no timely death.
All mortal suffering I defy,
with faith no saviour ought deny.
I watch the wraiths as they're gathering,
preceding Yama, on a buffalo steed;
he's bearing down with malevolence,
on me.

Should I relent and lay trust in your goodness,
in descent through the crust in to darkness?
My Shiva, I'm fading. Don't forsake me, defend
- spare me this end.

...there is a slightest hinting breeze.
Dare I awake to what s'rounds my vicinity?
Rising up I find myself embracing sights familiar;
still, like homelands left in wake of war.
And what form is this that lies before me now?
Yama is your name, ol' tyrant infamed;
gripping your noose with cadaverous jade hands.
Oh Shiva, you've fell death,
indebting corporeal;
we who so anxiously drew breath.
But as living laws crumble
we've lost sight of justice
- perhaps not deities
but our own mortality
instills in us all
our morality.
Deathless existence
has become the worst
fate I'd imagine.
Return mortal curse.

by ANDRÉ M. (@xdesgracerax)