With each year's passing Centuries seemingly everlasting I walk amongst man For they know not what I am Born of fabled atrocity Entombed within me are the lives of the lost Tormented whispers and wails echo a great many tales I carry with me the burden of your sin Hundreds of thousands buried just beneath my skin Those who reside inside Have aided me in this plot Centuries of strife Your sins shall be for naught Together this army of lost Should stand to counteract your atrocities This is the fall of the Demiurge The death of a deity A squall of souls coalesce in sky Crimson clouds rain back departed lives A squall of souls coalesce in sky Crimson clouds rain back departed lives