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Life's breath in the candlelight.
Lost hearts in the dead of night.
It's a long way down,
To the place they found.
Dark sun, hollowed by the fade.
Our debt they left to be paid.
Seen the blackness stare.
Promising to spare,
The chosen.

Born of graves and left below.
Painted ashes, painted snow.
When the dark awakens,
Fires of our last hope are getting low.
Souls of gods and souls of men,
Meet in cinders to ascent.
Fate has chosen,
And our fading light is at its end.

I've a tale that time has lost.
Sins of judgment born in frost.
Then he took a name,
For the one profaned.
Know the dark but let it rest.
Left to lurkers in their quest.
Let the watchers fight,
And the blood ignite.
The chosen.

Born of graves and left below.
Painted ashes, painted snow.
When the dark awakens,
Fires of our last hope are getting low.
Souls of gods and souls of men,
Meet in cinders to ascent.
Fate has chosen,
And our fading light is at its end.

Souls to revive us,
Or rot us away.
Want for the weary,
And death for the sane.
Cursed yet we listen,
For bells left to toll.
To fight back the depths of
Humanity's soul.
For the unkindled,
We look to the sun.
Cities in gold,
All the victories won.
Fear not the dark,
Or the monsters, my friend.
And brace for the feast,
Of humanity's end

Born of graves and left below.
Painted ashes, painted snow.
When the dark awakens,
Fires of our last hope are getting low.
Souls of gods and souls of men,
Meet in cinders to ascent.
Fate has chosen,
And our fading light is at its end.

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I was inspired to draw this when listening to "Fading Light" By Aviators.

www.youtube.com/watch?v=f52mI1…

I wanted to do some digital art and I decided to draw "The Fallen Plague Doctor". An OC of mine that I used to draw a lot from time to time. I might actually update him later on. But I started drawing this yesterday... It took some time but I managed.

I used a mouse and it was a bit of a struggle... Also trying to remember how to use the program I used...

Description
Life's breath in the candlelight.
Lost hearts in the dead of night.
It's a long way down,
To the place they found.
Dark sun, hollowed by the fade.
Our debt they left to be paid.
Seen the blackness stare.
Promising to spare,
The chosen.

Born of graves and left below.
Painted ashes, painted snow.
When the dark awakens,
Fires of our last hope are getting low.
Souls of gods and souls of men,
Meet in cinders to ascent.
Fate has chosen,
And our fading light is at its end.

I've a tale that time has lost.
Sins of judgment born in frost.
Then he took a name,
For the one profaned.
Know the dark but let it rest.
Left to lurkers in their quest.
Let the watchers fight,
And the blood ignite.
The chosen.

Born of graves and left below.
Painted ashes, painted snow.
When the dark awakens,
Fires of our last hope are getting low.
Souls of gods and souls of men,
Meet in cinders to ascent.
Fate has chosen,
And our fading light is at its end.

Souls to revive us,
Or rot us away.
Want for the weary,
And death for the sane.
Cursed yet we listen,
For bells left to toll.
To fight back the depths of
Humanity's soul.
For the unkindled,
We look to the sun.
Cities in gold,
All the victories won.
Fear not the dark,
Or the monsters, my friend.
And brace for the feast,
Of humanity's end

Born of graves and left below.
Painted ashes, painted snow.
When the dark awakens,
Fires of our last hope are getting low.
Souls of gods and souls of men,
Meet in cinders to ascent.
Fate has chosen,
And our fading light is at its end.

------------------------------

I was inspired to draw this when listening to "Fading Light" By Aviators.

www.youtube.com/watch?v=f52mI1…

I wanted to do some digital art and I decided to draw "The Fallen Plague Doctor". An OC of mine that I used to draw a lot from time to time. I might actually update him later on. But I started drawing this yesterday... It took some time but I managed.

I used a mouse and it was a bit of a struggle... Also trying to remember how to use the program I used...