Loathe this bitter place, this monolith of decadence
Reluctant witness to the greatest sins of man
Alone amongst the stirring souls, defiantly gripping gold
Victim to the predication of this sickened seed
Contrived existence
Nothing left to see but the decay wrought in the wake of progress
Sifting through the evidence of what was left behind
I know no hubris or sense of mission
I heal my scars with time
Contrived existence
Contrived existence I will deny
Long live your legacy of glory, king of disdain
As empires crumble I stand unfaltering
This temple, bound by silence
Historian of failure
Transcend the construct of timestream and consciousness
Beyond the island of light, rise
Loathe this place what has become of paradise, what once was one
Thrown away, torn apart, return to me I will reclaim
This temple, bound by silence
Historian of failure
Transcend the construct of timestream and consciousness
Beyond the island of light, rise
The water paces with fury and discontent
Become the ocean of life, rise
This tempest breeze is intoxicating
The writhing seas twist in agony
Death is this horizon I offer you
My vacuous offspring of malcontent
Now witness the end of this abomination
The epilogue to an autonomous thought
As tragedy takes the hand of lamentation
The billowing waves envelope the sun
Through this darkness there will be light
My love knows no end
This song I sing of filicide
Shall be thy lullaby
Now sleep, forever
