So very weary we stand on the edge of the world and frown - Do we halt? Or press on? What choice do we have?
The nectar of life has grown sour Yet still we are forced to exist In these shells for all time We'll never be free!
This immortality is grief Our armour stained with the blood of one thousand years before Deprived of your eternal rest Our wings hang lower as this burden takes its toll
Shrouded in shadow we move across dimensions unseen Crying out as we fly Our voices unheard
Waning, yet undying we long for a suitable end and yet, we are cast in our roles Infinity calls...
Bound to walk amidst His Chosen Destitute in this existence empty... Unwhole Cast without souls So sickeningly Divine
So very weary this immortality is grief waning, yet undying Infinity calls
