Culmination Of The Enigma

In Vain

Souls bewildered
 Seekers lost in their quest
 Brothers to none
 Slaves to their own desires
 A fateful sacrifice of their souls
 Culmination of the enigma
 A sunrise that never came

 They are lost within

 Rest I crave
 Thorns on my grave
 Summer remains
 In a winter of hate

 Now it's time to weed out the weak
 As we rise above the vile
 Strength still reigns in our hearts
 Through all the years of our strife

 In this disaster state
 Immortal outcasts will be
 Forced into the fray
 Upon our return
 Resting days in the sun
 Will be our epitaph

 With nothing to gain
 They give up their reign
 And then they lose all their fate
 Their lives' bane
 Their hope has been slain
 And their lives flow down the drain
 As they feed from the strain
 Their lives's bane

 They are lost within