Last night of mortality

There's silence, nothing more
We deserved a lonely existence we did choose the path of eternity
A never ending bloodline started with the notes of a symphony or pages with predicted words
The years of mortality molded us as gargoyles made of stone, waiting for the dawn of time...
Protecting the knowledge of a secret doctrine about the essence of men
There's no religion, no hope, no goodness, no spirit... no light
On the real semblants, behind humanity masks, the sun never shines, life and death have its own purposes, but when one finds the end... the other starts a new cycle
The path of the infinite tomorrow among the ruins of history is our choice, our coldest discovery
Now and forever... there's silence, nothing more
Behold ...our last night of mortality.