Like 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?

[Chorus:]
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 (now my) voice resounds (voice resounds)
What have I become?

I was looking for answers, trapped in a lonely state of mind

I was drifting and searching; now my purpose is found

[Chorus II:]
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 shall stand until the end of days

Tear me apart, rip into my soul
I shall stand until the end of days

Arms outstretched to embrace
The end of days