Ageless 
 Though merely a child 
 Tall has grown thy shadow 
 For every sun must set 
 Eventually 
 And every child of fire 
 Must die to be free 
    Far beyond the grace of god 
 The tiny tomb's prepared 
 "LIBERATUS EST" 
 The silent stone declares   
 Pluck now the rose, the child must die 
 Pluck now the rose and leave it on my grave to dry 
 In sackcloth and ash, so let us mourn 
 In sackcloth and ash, sleeps the newborn 
 The fear of change is the fear of Death 
 That fear is the pain and the pain is the wreath 
 of thorns now placed upon thy brow 
 A twisted cross 'neath which burden we all must bow   
 For you my child, comes the cursed 
 phantom carriage, alas, the hearse 
 Follow I must not, this ride is only meant for you 
 Ever dark lay the lands you're going to   
 In the belly of Moloch, the child must burn 
 Into the fires, it must return 
 Mind not the tears, the child must die 
 Release the self, Strangle the I 
 Pluck now the rose, the child must die 
 Never to know, the reason why 
 Mad burn the fires, so dies the child 
 Bittersweet, the fumes shall rise