With Hearts Toward None

Between the damned, The pissed and the outright insane Grand architects of failure, Sculptors of loss No golden thrones to follow No shrines of solace to seek I shall erect myself over transience I shall ascend over flesh Steadfastly tearing through

Have ye courage, o my brethren ? The signs are everywhere. Some did not see it coming, Others refused to see. I can feel it in the tingle of the air, In the heartbeat of the earth And I can tell that the storm is Coming all down on me. Come redemptio