[01:03.149]Slaves to the curse rotting away
[01:08.409]No memory to sustain
[01:11.088]Everything ends
[01:12.939]Drifting further from life
[01:15.072]Embers will fade
[01:17.193]
[01:18.522]In the pantheon of old
[01:21.964]I'll find my place
[01:25.164]I'll ascend to snuff the light
[01:29.150]Usurping the fire
[01:33.392]
[01:34.190]What rises may fade - the spread of the dark begins
[01:39.510]Seeking its vessels - the flame would be its bane
[01:47.228]I covet the throne
[01:50.945]
[01:52.016]The brighter the flame the deeper the shadow
[01:55.989]Such is the way
[01:58.393]Free from death, left to wander forever
[02:03.930]Inherit fire
[02:05.531]
[02:07.129]What rises may fade - the spread of the dark began
[02:14.046]Seeking its vessels - the flame would be its bane
[02:20.977]
[02:23.361]The writhing ruin bearing the curse
[02:30.799]Always searching wanting for naught
[02:38.516]This ghost in the mirror
[02:42.489]A mockery masquerading as a living thing
[02:53.668]
[03:40.454]Every pound of flesh, every bleeding wretch
[03:52.152]All have failed before to harness the truth
[03:59.047]
[03:59.602]I'm a vessel for the dead
[04:03.325]Their secrets are the prizes I lust
[04:07.040]Knowledge of demise from the minds of the wise
[04:10.512]We've lost but will soon see
[04:14.762]for my faith lies in ruins
[04:20.869]
[05:04.490]Let the dark be cast upon the world
[05:16.731]wasted to death by sloth
[05:20.185]The might of the tempest
[05:27.098]for he who lets the light die out

Slaves to the curse rotting away
No memory to sustain
Everything ends
Drifting further from life
Embers will fade
In the pantheon of old
I'll find my place
I'll ascend to snuff the light
Usurping the fire
What rises may fade - the spread of the dark begins
Seeking its vessels - the flame would be its bane
I covet the throne
The brighter the flame the deeper the shadow
Such is the way
Free from death, left to wander forever
Inherit fire
What rises may fade - the spread of the dark began
Seeking its vessels - the flame would be its bane
The writhing ruin bearing the curse
Always searching wanting for naught
This ghost in the mirror
A mockery masquerading as a living thing
Every pound of flesh, every bleeding wretch
All have failed before to harness the truth
I'm a vessel for the dead
Their secrets are the prizes I lust
Knowledge of demise from the minds of the wise
We've lost but will soon see
for my faith lies in ruins
Let the dark be cast upon the world
wasted to death by sloth
The might of the tempest
for he who lets the light die out