A bed of stone To wake upon To a world long dead May this sight strike me blind Lest I envy the dead Let my bones melt to earth To cease and forget
[Solitude Aeturnus cover] In a blackened blur of crowding clouds I dropped my sorrow among the leaves I took my place as wise men do As the storm prepared
I reached the core Once the peak of life The bleeding eyes Of empty shells A shattered vision The failure that was man Higher spires Deeper Graves
Come here Sink into The chant of moon To lose A face As earth turned moon We are the altar On which the world was slain You're born For us Atone for
I surrender Too weak to carry on My bones struggle Towards the soil I know the end I know all's in place For my departure My sacrifice I am the end
Ancient rust on black Scarlet curve of wrath Spill a bleak revenge In Gethsemane I will make you pay, Bleed your scarlet guilt To reconquer day From
Too far I came And nothing changed No reason to search on Is to be found The ruin too vast All is nowhere And every way Is leading here Every step
[Qorban:] "Through blood and thorns I wandered, freezing, aching, bound for a ruined cathedral below. All is dead, look! Only rust, and debris, and shells
