A bittersweet reality in the death of an entity No purpose is left for a righteous mercenary All thats left is the glorious fall or my reign is not complete As a product of sin and selfindulgence I will give into my own cause I will die by my own blood drenched hands My departure will be the end of this clockwork holocaust A tense feel of accomplishment will echo through the halls of the dead I will make a worthy enemy as i try to defy my demise And when my labyrinth senses air down I will plunge to where Im from I was the genocide as I prepare to die I will breathe a sigh of relief And from this moment on I am free
selfindulgence, accomplishment, departure, mercenary, clockwork