| May the price of your heaven be this hell… |
| So we wander through all that is |
| Born up from shadows and lies |
| And everything that I have not |
| Is stained black with the blood of the blind |
| Whether chains of enslavement in silver |
| Or the glitter of the gilded cage |
| Are no less the bars between us |
| And our dreams as we march to the grave |
| In the horrors that breathe, of all that will be |
| Let us fear not the lies that they speak |
| Lest we are condemned to die on our knees |
| As dusk descends so all this must end |
| Let us lift up our hearts and become |
| The nameless damned, will you join the dance? |
| Of their culture’s poisonous song |
| Let night begin, the winds whisper in |
| The echoing absence surrounds |
| To claim the means to sever the strings |
| To the myths to which we are bound |
| So we reach for the stars above us |
| For tomorrow may never come |
| And everything that I am not |
| Is the price of this world come undone |
| We are washed of the sins of the fathers |
| In the tears of the wounded and lost |
| And if we are the last of the loving |
| May their empires crumble to dust |
| If our hearts must weep for that should be |
| Let us fear not the worlds, which we seek |
| If all this must end then mourn not the ruins beneath |
| The names of the dead, whispered in tongues |
| Voices lie still, songs left unsung |
| Bury these words in ashes and blood |
| For here lie the worlds of dreamers; |
| Uncharted, decayed — unloved |
| If our hearts must break and we bear the scars |
| Then blind us in darkness to blot out the stars |
| And carve our tomorrows in the flesh of the past |
| So tear off this veil of humanity, |
| Surrender our pain at last. |