The lost have hidden

Blackened lives that carry on

A race of outcasts

Breeding more until, a taking over

Kept concealed

The silent wait

Survive

The time will come



The sky is rising

Hide away to solitude

A different one will suffer

And renew the cycle again

Kept concealed

The silent wait

Survive

The time will come



Take life away from her

Which flows into me

Watching the dead eyes stare

The last expression of despair

A hidden population

Outlive eternity

The lost will breed another

And renew the cycle again