Amidst the Infinite

Shadows from the broken bones of the master

Rotting skin, open sores

Still we plead for him, rid us of disaster

The dying king we all adore

Hand that once would crush, frail and weak and wasted

Iron fist now made of bone

Void of power and decrepit in its vision

Feeling safer in the dark

Floating faces of the damned

What lies behind the eyes?

That see nothing at all

To hold enthralled

On a sea of broken hope

Somehow we sail along now

Riding on the waves

Of dreams we laid to waste

Look upon the shores of retribution

Drowning pools of our own fear

Endless torment in the halls of ever after

Crooked orbit of the fall

Promised life by the giver of salvation

Yet this death was served to all

Suffer torment in the halls of ever after

Endless orbit of the fall

Orbit of the fall

Orbit of the fall

Orbit of the fall