Cyclus

Locked up in a cage

No way to escape

Surrounded by darkness

Madness is my council

I wrap my fingers

Around my legacy

Black ink on paper

Their blood on white tiles

Spilled not by my hand

But those I inspired

Once more I taste my own blood

Once more I think of you

Of all the things

We never got to

The words make

My eyes water

All those depictions of

Gore and slaughter

Images flash before

My eyes

Of capable hands

Acting on my behalf

They got hold of us

Only to spread the tale

Of the ideals

We tried to convey

I wrap my fingers

Around my legacy

Black ink on paper

Their blood on white tiles

Spilled not by my hands

But those i inspired

Once more I taste my own blood

Once more I think of you

Of all the deeds

We never got to

Maybe all we did

Was not obsolete

Not as they're trying

To make me believe

Maybe there was purpose

To our fall

A tale that will

Devour the world

Maybe all we did

Was not obsolete

Not as they're trying

To make me believe

Maybe there was purpose

To our fall

A tale that will

Devour the world

Maybe all we did

Was not obsolete

Not as they're trying

To make me believe

Maybe there was purpose

To our fall

A tale that will

Devour the world

I wrap my fingers

Around my legacy

Black ink on paper

Their blood on white tiles

Spilled not by my hands

But those i inspired

I wrap my fingers

Around my legacy

Black ink on paper

Their blood on white tiles

Spilled not by my hands

But those i inspired

Once more I taste my own blood

Once more I think of you

Of all the deeds

We never got to

Once more I taste my own blood

Once more I think of you

Of all the deeds

We never got to