Lyrics The Becoming - In Twilight's Embrace

The Becoming

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