Are you conscious, still there?
Are you listening, still there?

Confined me in this labyrinth of lore
You'd decline me as I call your sacred name

What is left inside of me?
Why am I still here?
I've fallen to the ground
Where I was never meant to be (become like you)

Lust and dust are all that remain
In our brain of broken purpose

In the end
Think about who will take this dying land?
Ill-omened
Think about who would care for

In the end
Think about who will take this dying land?
Ill-omened
Think about who would care for

No intention
Guess who will die a hero's death
Comprehension
Of what we've become