Miasmal Excelsior
The final word is unveiled
There's no way back to our grave
Such treachery
The death of truth
This road will go on forever
Stuck in the trails where no one dared to tread
Lost in the haze where our souls have been bled
Dark reveries
Confusing threads
A severance from reality
It's coming closer
It has no name
We carry on to the top
Excelsior
We stare into the black circle of death
No use for our regrets
My fate is sealed
These ugly scars
Will never heal
Days of bleakness, nights of sorrow
With certitude we burn
Fallen, rising
Heavy load
Light the fuses
And implode
Stand up, get out, carry on
Die, live, love, kill the forgone
