I am the architect, murderer of intrinsic values
Poet of the unknown tongues, the only witness of the deities' visions
And I hear the assailants drawing nigh
Breaching through these gates of old
Inside these halls of dying stone, a summoning of incantation.
A cosmic beast emerging; I know the answers now
Timeless hunter, the beast of scourge
Will not let the images die in vain
A perfect window of opportunity as no man could suspect my actions to come
A plot forged in fear of casualties, in fear of the end, the end of myself
But the parasites crawl inside
The fragile gestalt I shaped
With these thoughtful acts of violent rage
I will save us from the towering waves
A true display of rational surmise
Ending the chapter too blithe and naïve
Please, discern that I won't feel touched as these actions craft my fate
Fear not these wayfaring forces which you are to outsmart
Let the poison seep away, let the hunter beast sleep within
Without the sordid pleas
I decry all that I've rid
And I reach further towards the stars
Without the lament diseased
I harvest what I once sowed
And let the fate unfold
I let the fate unfold
I can uphold this chaos...
Please, design me for these decaying scenes
My hours without the sun
All I want is answers
Peripheries of power dying in these hands of mine
Hands covered in blood of the once-verdant life
As the structures fail, as the pillars crumble beneath
I'm forced to forget these methods, procedures honed by the past
I pay the progress with my blood
Progress abandoned in the end
When all I hear and all I see is nothing but veils, veils in the night
I'm treading onward with desperate pace, falling over time and time again
When everything's lost I rebuild it all
To keep this passion inbound
I have to fight all alone
As my life is foreshadowed by the dying days
By the dying days
Then I saw myself beyond the wall
"This is no wall for the barriers lie inside your head"
Standing on the crossroads I wish to return home
"Are you sure you want to die? For I know you cannot live without me"
The archives must never be burned, these books and scriptures of old
Fear not these waves of endless ocean, fear not their towering figures
Don't let the sun go down in your heart, my child
Lest fear and woe follow in your wake
But we all will drown
These words I've once heard before in childhood
Words I once said to myself, the future me:
"Don't let the sun go down in your heart, my child
Lest fear and woe follow in your wake"