The frail hand of resignation Presses at the tide Paper flesh and brittle bone Crushed, absorbed, lost to time The frail spine of lesser kings So heavy weighs the crown Forged in bronze and caked in filth Crumbling it tumbles down
Revolt, revolt And flail at the night To fight the dark surrounding you Ignore the absence of the light Defy, resist The rot within your soul And hold your fist against the sky And claim the earth for you alone
Alone!
Bask, consume The slime encasing you The stench of rot won't wash away So smile wide and be consumed Regress, retreat The future's in the past . Behind the frail monument You've built to be the first and last
The coffin worms await your feast And providence of death How simple then becomes the hunt When the prey has nothing left Your failure's in your blood Your weakness in your flesh Succumbing to a brittle will A simple end and cold caress
Chorus: The mania has ended With nothing else left to see The height of all your powers The ruins at your feet The glory of the slaughter The spatter on your hands And lonely is the butcher With no blade to command
Command!
The price of your integrity The coins upon your eyes The payment for a future Set and failed, starved and died The taste of your oblivion Sour on your tongue Addictive still until the grave So broken falls the chosen one
The end you know, the end you fear Await you just the same Grasping at the shortest straw You beg the sky to call your name Stillness then and always now Assume your place in ash Your parting words lost on the wind A fitting end assured at last
Chorus X2
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