You took your own existance away from us, these hardships we live to serve, sought forgivness for your sin.
You have left us diminished, failing slowly in the embers of what once was heightened glory
(i can feel the walls come crushing in)
The smell of decay grows as we sink deeper into these pits.
The haze of sorrow grasping the air from our fragile grip.
Now I test my soul, as I lay dying
I have lost my vision.