Shine light and expose the lie, or die concealed within its shadow. (Open your eyes; open your mind.) Worthless if you're unconscious. Cut down the adversary. Destroy the blinding impurity. How can you value your life with a fear of death? Break free from their chains or be deprived like the rest. I'm no slave to this Earth. With the wind, I am free; free of bounds, free of pain. Cast from the heavens, remembered in vain. Those succumbing to its disease, scarred and blemished, falling to their knees. Centuries have passed without a trial. Spewing intolerance, all in denial. (Under its weight it begins to collapse.) An empty handed resistance won't stand a chance. Tied up and bound, flogged in the streets. How the tables have turned. You will admit defeat. How can you value your life with a fear of death? Break free from their chains or be deprived like the rest. I'm no slave to this Earth. With the wind, I am free; free of bounds, free of pain. Cast from the heavens, remembered in vain. Condemning the liar. With no where left to turn, will the empire begin to crash and burn? Invoked to inspire one’s will to live and learn. Ruins growing higher. Believe in the fire.

I may appear to be damaged but these bones are far from broken. The past, unfair and cruel, has only augmented my devotion. I see my face reflecting in your eyes. Lost, walking down a solitary road, guided by your lies. The only words left that need to be spoken: The cure to this disease. To grant my own release. I’ll untie these ropes, and discover the path, and relinquish my own misery. You see, there is more to me than what you have taken away. The cure for my disease. To grant my own release. I’ll untie these ropes, and discover the path, and relinquish my own misery. The cure to this disease. To grant my own release. I’ll untie these ropes, and discover the path, and relinquish my own misery. I see my face reflecting in your eyes. Lost, walking down a solitary road, guided by your lies. Atop the zenith, before the break of dawn. My ascension to greatness despite everything that you've done. See the monarch in me. Hold yourself in venomous contempt. The cure to this disease. To grant my own release. I’ll untie these ropes, and discover the path, and relinquish my own misery. The cure to my disease. To grant my own release. I’ll untie these ropes, and discover the path, and relinquish my own misery. Once, like a dream, out of reach and sight. The thought of being free. Rejoice in a new life. Now that I can see, illusions aside, the path before me beyond the black and white. Once, like a dream out of reach and sight. The thought of being free. Rejoice in a new life. Liar! The cure for my disease. To grant my own release. I’ll untie these ropes, and discover the path, and relinquish my own misery.

Hush. No need to cry. You've got all you need. Unclasp your sheath. Lacerate the flesh and let the poison flow. Despite the wind, and rain, and hail, the storm that brews within your mind, control lies in your hands. Point, aim and fire the lead straight into the eye. Be without fear. Join hands with ruination. There's a paradise within your demise. Dissolution is a solution. Become one with the shadows and say your goodbyes. Oh, how hard it's going to be to bid farewell. To take the life of a devil's seed. Since day one you have been like a moth drawn into the flame. Your life has gone up into the smoke and you're the only one who is to blame. Once more the devil calls your name and he doesn't like to be ignored. Wrest your soul from your flesh and walk right through his open doors. Oh, how hard it's going to be to bid farewell. To take the life of a devil's seed. Since day one you have been like a moth drawn into the flame. Your life has gone up into the smoke and you're the only one who is to blame.

The storm approaches near. We're going to make it through the night. Now's not the time for tears. Just trust that things will be alright. We're going to persevere. No fear for foe. And when the time comes we will leave this place. It’s all for you. Now when he stumbles by, don’t make a sound. This is not where I choose to die; sustain another wound. This is our only chance. This could be our getaway. I’ve come to terms with circumstance. The black and blue, the crimson red. It's all turned grey. I've dreamt so long about getting out of here. Kept bound in shackles for all these wasted years. I've bled in silence, been beaten to the ground. Before long, you’ll see, he'll be fucking dead and we’ll be sleeping sound. The dividing line severing chain from concrete. Carving out our boundaries, back upon the road on our own two feet. Alive to live again. Dead days pass by with the sunrise. Etched in my dreams for eternity: my role in your demise.

While I dream you succumb to nightmares. And while I plead everything will be fine you dispose of my words with futility. Your brittle hands, they seem so cold. You're lost. You've been gone, it seems, for so long. I miss your warmth, your comforting embrace. Your eyes: a passage into your heart... A blank stare. It's like you're not even there. The love we used to share drowns in the poison you're forced to inhale. A heart of ice; eternal frozen fortress. The void expanding within your mind. A blank slate. It's like you're not even there. The love we used to share drowns in the poison you're forced to inhale. Drowns in the poison you're forced to inhale. And now you fade though the veil of mist. A queen of nihility, a soulless ghost. In life: a white rose of beauty ever-blooming for eternity. In death, I have prescribed. The ancient memories I cannot abide. I can't abide. So with you, I’ll pass the veil.

Somehow I feel reborn. I know this pain all too well. Lifelong suffering sketched out and plastered across my mind. The canvas closing in on me; a catastrophic work of art. Random mishaps, utter chaos, expressed in blood. I think I'll kill the time by killing me, killing everything inside. My daily dose could never numb the dagger’s blade I crave. Excruciating, salivating, rewarding therapy. A rush of euphoria pouring over me. Empty handed every time. Joyless, I can't keep this bottled inside. This crimson glow that shines off my knife is the only semblance of what I've left trailing behind. I think I'll kill the time by killing me, killing everything that's on my mind. My daily dose may just numb what I crave. Excruciating, salivating, rewarding therapy. I feel the worms burrowed inside of me. I think I'll kill the time by killing myself.

An eclipse of the final fight portends to what will be our demise. Like a shooting star, I meander the sky, A wolf that preys on the moon in the night. I am what devours the sun and the pyre; the hound that pursues a catastrophic desire. Sink my teeth into an aeon. All will perish when the waters rise. Wash away this final era. May your trace be swept away with the tide. Forced to part as our world starts to crack. We'll reunite once our fate has been met. Satisfied by the blood on the lunar landscape; I sink my teeth into the horizon. The beams of light once shared at dawn now devoured by the giant's son. Sink my teeth into an aeon. All will perish when the waters rise. Wash away this final era. May your trace be swept away with the tide. Sink my teeth into an aeon. Calamitous as I digest the sun. Swallowing this final era. The fate of you and of the Earth forever one. Come forth, the doom of Gods and Men. Defiantly face this world as it ends. This day the prophecy’s fulfilled, as nothing will prevent this from coming to pass. Satisfied by the blood on the lunar landscape; I sink my teeth into the horizon. The beams of light once shared at dawn now devoured by the giant's son. Sink my teeth into an aeon. All will perish when the waters rise. Wash away this final era. May your trace be swept away with the tide. Sink my teeth into an aeon. Calamitous as I digest the sun. Swallowing this final era. The fate of you and of the Earth forever one. Come forth, the doom of Gods and Men. Defiantly face this world as it ends. This day the prophecy’s fulfilled, as nothing will prevent this from coming to pass. Sköll, devour the sun! Mánagarmr, feast on the moon! Sköll, devour the sun! Hati Hróðvitnisson!

When the clock strikes the hour one can only hope for a chance to look back at the end of their rope. So much has been lost and so little gained. We've fallen too far to disguise our shame. The sand in the hourglass making the call. At the end of each day you won't matter at all. As the leaves start to turn; as your skin starts to age. As the air's growing cold with the turn of each page. I know that the end can't be very far. I can feel the wind pass as it blows through my heart. The sand in the hourglass making the call. At the end of each day you won't matter at all. As the leaves start to turn; as your skin starts to age. As the air's growing cold with the turn of each page. The glass starts to turn with the last drop of sand. Delivering a message so you'll understand, the raven appears. Watch it soar through the sky. With dark wings come dark words. When is your time to die? When is your time to die? Blue skies turn grey. Forks in the road will lead you astray. Flowers whither away, picture perfect melt like a painting in the rain. So who am I? Revolving 'round destruction and without a reason why. What will I leave behind, deceiving those who love me in a twisted web of lies? So who am I? Revolving 'round destruction, and without a reason why. What will I leave behind, without a flower on my grave and no one left to say goodbye? When my body starts to rot and vultures feast on my remains. When the clock strikes the hour one can only hope for a chance to look back at the end of their rope. So much has been lost and so little gained. We've fallen too far to disguise our shame. The sand in the hourglass making the call. At the end of each day you won't matter at all. As the leaves start to turn; as your skin starts to age. As the air's growing cold with the turn of each page. I know that the end can't be very far. I can feel the wind pass as it blows through my heart. The sand in the hourglass making the call. At the end of each day you won't matter at all. As the leaves start to turn; as your skin starts to age. As the air's growing cold with the turn of each page. The glass starts to turn with the last drop of sand. Delivering a message so you'll understand, the raven appears. Watch it soar through the sky. With dark wings come dark words. When is your time to die?