The plight of the gods
Stillborn
Admired in flaws in its final form
In its final form
I found myself
In chains and ropes
We cling to mist like a hopeful ghost
Ever the same
The wind will know your name
The true point is finer
The final desire
I feel the earth crack
These woeful tremors
This dream is tarnished silver
The shapes lurk in the dark
The will of God has broken
Now you will play his part
The minds of scholars taken
The greed of rampant thought
They point their eyes inside them
Nothing will bring them Kos
This dream is tarnished silver
The shapes lurk in the dark
My sword has split dimensions
And split the demon's heart
You face us
Indomitable flesh
Across the void
The longest night
Over blood-slick streets
By fading lights
You face the beast
A crimson moon
A sick display
We'll fill these tombs
Before the day
Living from inside a nightmare
Held tight by a man with nothing left
Held prisoner
Contracted to slaughter