Never have I seen thee in these cold rooms of the night Never felt thy presence amidst the horror and blight It is but ourselves we have to face in the end When there are no depths left for us to descend Gone past the shades of god and the gods of shades Embraced morbid flesh with brand new blades Explored dimensions of death in a thousand ways In this unlife that begun with the end of days The stage lies abandoned The actors all gone to their graves The curtains remain undrawn and none of us saved... Bring me my demons! I am now ready to face For I have crossed rivers of denial Bring me my shadows! Stripped from all traces of grace I am prepared to begin my trial Souls long lost and forgotten somehow Past all life only the dead can save me now Bring me my demons! All Hell I am ready to face Grown so weary from all this denial Bring me my shadows! Stripped from all traces of grace I am now ready to begin my trial So go and gather all the children of Hell The story is ending, the book will soon be shelved This undying final chapter in the tale of our kind Once it was our world but we gave it to the blind So go and gather all the children of Hell The story is ending, the book will soon be shelved So go and gather all the sons of men left behind For once it was our world but we gave it to the blind...
shelved, gather, bring, ready, stripped