the twilight hour, countdown to the end
hollow pulses bring you to your feet
the night it calls you to put the world to blame
a broken chorus, measure taken
the sky above folds on itself
break the temple, tear through its heart as it tears through you bring them further apart
a truer ethos, the darkness will follow
the sky above you will fold into itself
break the tyrant will
bring them further apart
the dead dream rising, for all our want of sleep
within the symbols, all of us insane
the angels crying, they serve a wicked host
the sounds of hunger, the sounds of conquest
the frigid cosmos wraps us up in night
the drawn light fading, awake eternal fright