Wired night burning out lamenting the exhaustion Immediate hunt and the imminent slaughter Running blind burning mind overcome and weary Outcome of the endgame is as hollow as the instinct Now against the towering relic Witnessing your fear become your singular possession Legions bred to build and reap and sever off the senses Eradicating flesh and bone immortalized in stone Lashed and whipped with wind and bit by bitter ego's torment Descending through dimensions darkened by dementia Shrines in caves and lost in forest ruins speaking to their times But the ceilings will come crashing down and better draw the lines A warning of wonder and fear to behold Possessed and drunk with lust and power in the light of the ashen glow A wealth of souls to be bought and sold Their thoughts and minds to own Falling into nothingness Swallowing every throne A warning of wonder and fear to behold Possessed and drunk with lust and power in the light of the ashen glow A wealth of souls to be bought and sold Their thoughts and minds to own Falling into nothingness Swallowing every throne Piercing at the sky and in it's shadow a growing fear Visceral and consuming all yet higher as they build Legions bled, never fed, naked to the yield But the truth is so much more commanding of the weaponry to wield Rising from the wilderness, the will to live (Obelisk)