Wraithborn - Apokalypsis

Under the light of Omnipresent Evermoon,
I feel the crushing weight of failures past begin to loom.
Taken aback, distraught,
I'm lost within my thought.
Four-hundred fifty years,
I still hold onto fear.

The blinding glow of Ivory,
of armor sent to silence me.
I wish I could forget,
still I stand here and lament.
A voice behind me calls as
the chiefs enter the Hall.
I put back on the face of the
gallant Nightbringer.

Faces blurred and voices muffled,
I stare a thousand yards ahead.
A strategy of warfare is what
brought us here tonight.
Yet my mind has gone to the lost song
Of forgotten souls chanted in the
Old War…

“Arm readily,
The Light come this way,
Mirror death as it comes to take you
As its prey.
Apokalypsis,
I shed my blood for this.
Be with us, God King
Guide us in the dire night.

Apokalypsis

Apokalypsis”

Hours gone,
my wit is neither here nor there.
Desperation stabs its claws into my empty heart.
Stone-faced.
I will not let them see my fear.
I'll guard my pride till the day I die.

The room is silent now,
has it been still for long?
I look up to see their faces all stare at me.
“What do we do my lord?”
One of them asks of me.
“Listen close, you must now trust in me…”

Arm readily,
The Light come this way,
Mirror death as it comes to take you
As its prey.
Apokalypsis,
I'd shed my blood for this.
Stand with me as our fates are all
within our hands.

Arm readily,
The Light come this way,
Mirror death as it comes to take you
As its prey.
Apokalypsis,
I'll shed my blood for this.

Apokalypsis

Apokalypsis