We awaken
No one left to guide us through
Counting virtues, and no flaws

Fear the oracle
And prophecies becoming truths
Are we destined to rise
Or do we crumble

Can we live on
Or will we die in solitude

Viscous cycle
Mistakes we made we can’t undo
Nothing sacred
In our minds
Haunted by the past
Hunted by the demons

Erasing the stars
Crest of a title wave
Falling apart
In fragments

In the absence of wisdom
Searching for a better way
All the elders perished now
We live in the eye of storms

We are now the demons
We’ve become the snakes
Following the footsteps
Of the ones we hate