Through the forest of hell
And into the unknown
I shall follow in the ways in which
The rivers had always flown

Spared a life of judgement
Apprehended the closure
Pursue destiny to achieve immortality
And I shall not fail when in solitude

But rise in decorative flame
The past forseed what I became
Days bleeds in the name of our setting sun
Night screams in the name of what we create
Impending demise