End of the line
The chimes lead me to my last sunrise
My curtain call, no hope for a reprise
Given the chance to decide
I'm starting to think that no one wants to die

Given the chance to decide
I'm starting to think that no one wants to die
Now decide

Those hooks are far too deep!

This yearning, now burning it turns to rust. Encased in oxide
This yearning, turned loathing, now fully transposing my soul into matter that's hard to describe

Crash of the black crash of the moon
Crash of black moon

You are as I was and I am what you shall not be
I am what you cannot hope to be

At the cusp of conceit the path becomes unclear
Lead blindly by the chimes never questioning what brought me here
My soul forsaken, my soul interred
Left to wander, never laid to rest
I carry on in deathless sleep
You will never be free of me those hooks are far to deep

By his hand we are bound
Enthralled by the sound
Consistent is the will to become truly unbound

Is it much better to rot inside of the ground than to be the one that wears that crown?

Crash of the black crash of the moon

Following by the chimes I was lead following promises of becoming unbound
Wandering without my guide I am left wandering
Forgotten, abandon, please stay by my side

See the black of night inside of her eyes as tears flow freely down out of mine
The astral lord sits atop his throne
As she joins him at his side

As she joins him at his side
Lilith my dear how could you?

And I can feel it in my bones, the fundamental essence of the soul
I believed that​ I would one day die
But no release would come within the crash of the black moon

Whether it the dawn of time or the edge of infinity, above or below the firmament
All life is carried along a linear path towards a single, unifying destination
One individual found himself trapped outside this sequence by cosmic forces beyond comprehension
Upon [Incomprehensible] he believed he could free himself from the eternity he was bound by
But nothing begins, and nothing ends, in the eldritch realm