No prophet of doom

For a world in decline

Separate my will from my dead



No legend of fate

For the flight of time

But a lost horizon beneath my feet



I am here but absent

A mask behind my face

Time passes by

Leaving faint and hollow days



At strife with my fate

I try to roll my stone

Up to a mount of higher gains



Where's the void

I'm spinning around

Fate itself amounts it all

To the same thing



Lost in the toils of life

Content and depraved

Another phantom rises

To fill the void with lies



I can hear the voices gather

A roundelay of decadence

Increase to battle cries



Lost in a void of lies

And darkness rises



In the end of all craving

There's no golden age

For misery and hope severs a thin line

That strives for the unknown truth and lie combines

To reveal the final cost



Rise to fall again

Bound in changes

The burden of life

Is to curse the ages unborn

Born to plough

A lonely furrow

There's no ground

I'm forced to be bound



Might and darkness

Mourning in silence

Careworn souls

Are falling through time



Blind and mindless

Longing for guidance

Careworn souls

Are caught in their mind