Run far — the edge of the world is crumbling.
As black sets in, what will you do?
While they recite the old tales,
The crowds turn into meaningless ghosts of you,
Ghosts of you.
I'm finding this hard to believe in,
This prospect is getting out of hand
And I cannot return the lie,
Deception, fantasy of the damned,
Of the damned.
This night has gone,
Your senses desolate,
A frozen rose in my chest,
A map of your face.
A hundred souls tonight
Eternal hell will rise,
I'll open the floods,
It's all for you.
They cannot rise in our way
As long as we stand.
Your final forfeit
Destiny held down.
You cannot stand my fault,
But it's all for you.
Running out for you
Sun the greatest lie,
The sky will fold with light,
The tides have turned,
I think we're dead.
Awaiting the flood