an endless fall into thin air
devoid of all time and sound
I never felt my body touch the ground
still I laid there, sprawled,
wearing a painless stare

paralysed under purple skies
as silence swells to deafening
screams a spiral chaos
confusing me outside of myself...
laying upright

I face myself
a twisted corpse
a mangled shell
I've lost my form
so vulnerable
without me now
and for what purpose
it's not my game

it's not my game
it's not my hate
still with pain and life I pay

the necromancer
juglar of bones
so high on his corrupted throne

I face the violence
men as beasts
at each others throats
now forced foes
neglecting true spirit
a raving glow
tied behind
refusing to let go

it is your game
it is your hate
still no pain nor life you pay

the necromancer
the juglar of bones
so high on his corrupted throne

my life - my pain - my form - my soul