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