Like a withered tree in winter's hold, pieces falling all around.
Sight lost in a once brilliant sky, now reduced to shades of pale grey
What have I become? What have I become?
My voice resounds. Arms outstretched. Embrace the end of days
Reach to the skies. Arms outstretched. Embrace the end of days
Fall apart. Drifting down to the sound of mournful harmonies
Now my voice resounds. What have I become?
I was looking for answers. Trapped in a hopeless state of mind
I was drifting and searching. Now my purpose is found
My voice resounds. Guide my path. Until the end of days
Reach to the skies. Deliverance. Until the end of days
I am steadfast. Given sight. I sustain. Until the end of days
Tear me apart. Look into my soul. I sustain. Until the end of days
Arms outstretched (arms outstretched) to embrace (to embrace) the end of days
