"Some believe that life is merely a sad dream from which death us awakes If so, the herald of dawn already walks among us..."
Within these visions I drown once more Each day more violent than before (I hear) wolves howling behind every door And footsteps on an empty floor
Embraced by the Sun's stygian light My dreams they come with open eyes
Loss of the blissful days of yore The loss of all that we adore Resounding to death's violent score I saw it all, but there was more...
For a new kind of shadow walks among us Unbound by laws of light and shade
Bearing its mark on both beasts and man A herald to our world's descent To no masters it bows down or hails For with Death itself this rider trails
I saw as it came, a hearse with no name New suns were born as the old ones gave away I saw as it came, bearing the mark of Cain and watched the world succumb to ancient flames...
Only two remain as the music fades But no curtains fall upon this dying stage Only two remain, grotesque lifeless facades Made of only ash - before the winds blew them away...
The vision fades and the sweet arms of reality surround me once again But I see a cold future that lurks behind these walls, awaiting to descend...