The Becoming - In Twilight's Embrace

I break my vows

And shed my skin with no regrets

No farewell

And no psalm for the dead

Don’t exorcise my demons

I’ll keep them by my side

I might be beautifully wrong

Or terribly right

Netherwards

Away from the paradigm long lost

We go

Artist souls with butchers' hands

No farewell

And no psalm for the dead

Netherwards

Away from the paradigm long lost

We go

Artist souls with butchers' hands

We go

Watching our heroes fall

The universal foundations tremble

The sequence falls apart

As no great narrative

Was ever right

The sequence falls apart

As no great narrative

Was ever right

Faced with complete failure

And frigid loneliness

When no one else is there

Into the mirrors of ours we stare

World without end

Seeking no redemption in the furthest beyond

Finding no comfort in all crosses of the world

The universal foundations tremble

The sequence falls apart

As no great narrative

Was ever right

Watching all heroes fall

Left all alone

We become

What we began

When everything around is shattered

Lost in endless entropy

We sail the raging sea

Of thought