Forgotten lies lay buried in a chasm of despair.
I foresee this inner darkness attempting to prevail.
Although we fight for bitter defeat,
against all blurry odds.
I'll still refuse to take the fall,
and grovel for thy gods.
Too frail are hearts attacked by fear for death.
I can't keep breathing when I'm out of breath.
I may have knelt to you before,
against all blurry odds.
I'll still refuse to take the fall,
and grovel for thy gods.
Dark chasms within the reflecting glass,
I foresee our gravest doom.
We will all be defeated
and left to ponder this fume.
Yet I refuse to take the fall
and grovel for the sake of your gods.