Mick Gordon
The Cimmerian
Bound by the temples
Barred from the organic, trapped in a mechanical maze
A body assembled
By the catatonic, whispers 'til I'm finally awake
Soul of the departed, fabled god of treacherous ways
Guides the heavy-hearted, now one with the shadows

Shrouded in darkness I remain
A memory cast away
Death is my only saving grace
Deliver me

Now as the darkness dances with light
A vessel soars through the afterlife
I feel it clawing from under my skin
It tears through the surface and breathes like the wind

Forever defeated, shackled, torn
Decimated by internal war
Engulfed in the devil's blackened scorn
Prisoner of the forlorn

No sign of creation
Their desperate prayers breed only despair
A cry for salvation
Struck dead in the air, my spirit ensnared
A prophecy that was once heaven-sent
Held at the mercy of shadow's intent
My only hope for escape still intact
Falls through the infinite black

Shrouded in darkness I remain
A memory cast away
Death is my only saving grace
Deliver me from this fate
I feel your embrace
And all my dismay
Colliding in an ocean of decay
Plight of the heartless, call my name
Forgive me for my mistakes

Within the ocean of my decay
Heaven, forgive me for my mistakes

And if the waves could wash away
All of the hatred in my cells
Then maybe I could navigate the road back to myself
And I will find a way back to myself

I will remember all that was ever lost
All that was ever lost
All that was ever lost
All that was ever
All that was ever

Shrouded in darkness I remain
A memory cast away
Death is my only saving grace
Deliver me from this fate
I feel your embrace
And all my dismay
Colliding in an ocean of decay
Plight of the heartless, call my name
Forgive me for my mistakes

And if the waves could wash away
All of the hatred in my cells
Then maybe I could navigate the road back to myself

All that was ever lost
All that was ever lost
All that was ever lost
All that was ever lost
All that was ever