We could have been so beautiful
Why won't you fly with me?

What have we done?
We've raised such towers in our image
Chaos reigns
We shall pay dearly with fires and floods and the weeping
Come sweetly unto me so that all might be cinders

And all things lead to here
And all ways to here; where the pathways terminate and clarity dissipates
And all things lead to here; where the heart lays grey and withered
And all things lead to here; where the fissures stir beneath your feet
And all things lead to here; where the crimson veil descends
What have we done?
We've raised such mountains in defiance
Malice reigns
They shall pay dearly with dust and with ash and with terror as the very skies rain fire
It is fear they shall know as it pours upon their figure-headed crowns

Ash to ash, dust to dust
This world shall come to realize its decadence

O', sins of iron compass
Why do they lead them here?
Born and bred of wicked ways where reason dissipates
Posed as shepherds, they lead the lambs to slaughter
Sheared of their innocence, the lamb lies bleating, naked

They speak of rebirth? A pox on their new age
Surely madness reigns?
Dis-eased with the remnants of what came before shall they stumble and then fall
Now all that is left is to shovel the shit

So, I pray for peace amidst the madness

"Be free and without pain!"
I prayed for your Holy mercy, or so I thought

So hear me now as I'm prostrated upon the floor
I renounce myself, so that the winds might take me westward
"Be free and without pain!"
I prayed for your Holy mercy
Or so I felt?
So in these fissures I sacrifice a mortal path in favour of thee
I relegate these bones to thee, this mortal frame is yours to keep
Behold this vessel
Do with it as thy will before it all goes to waste
Before it all goes to waste, I'll live forever in exile