Ransom - Becoming The Archetype

The sky grows pale, and the sea turns black

Solid darkness falls all around me

Makes it hard to breathe, makes it hard to think

But the darkness is not empty

It is bearing down upon me

Makes it hard to breathe, makes it hard to think

And I know this can’t go on

Death my worthy adversary

You’ve tormented me for far too long

He leapt into the arms of hell itself

That gave birth to corruption

And battled with the undead corpse

Until its face was smashed beyond recognition

My hands have taught me terrible things

His hands have SET ME FREE!