A bittersweet reality in the death of an entity
No purpose is left for a righteous mercenary
All that's left is the glorious fall or my reign is not complete
As a product of sin and self-indulgence I will give into my own cause
I will die by my own blood drenched hands
My departure will be the end of this clockwork holocaust
A tense feel of accomplishment will echo through the halls of the dead
I will make a worthy enemy as I try to defy my demise
And when my labyrinth senses air down I will plunge to where I'm from
I was the genocide as I prepare to die I will breathe a sigh of relief
And from this moment on
I am free