They stole the flame like dark hearted casters,
Left in shame, a shell of the masterpiece,
The voices are much too loud to master.
Opaque Alabaster, dreams fade faster,
Empty rusted cogs,they stole the last piece.
They stole the flame like dark hearted casters.
Tone implies the future is not vaster,
Left among the crags a bleak precipice.
The voices are much too loud to master.
And now the sea breaks down plans much faster.
Infecting the soul like black rot. Cease!
They stole the flame like dark hearted casters.
Patch work of life times hollow disaster,
Wanderers of your own mind, a mouth piece.
The voices are much too loud to master.
You must fight the hollow, you must master,
The art of placing your own mind at peace,
They stole the flame like dark hearted casters.
The voices are much too loud to master.
