Apocalyptia(Complete)

Song Of Nothing

This is my life,
This is my love,
This is the song,
That you took from my blood,
Used it for death,
Now pay the price,
The cleanse of your world,
Overdue sacrifice,
Your heads roll on ground,
Long since parched of life,
While I bask in your screams,
Of terror and strife,
My fangs rip your bones,
To clouds of black dust,
While you all change your tones,
Pray to me if you must,
Though my is not changed,
By your pitiful song,
This day only proves,
I was right all along,
In my assessment of you,
And Man's pitiful ways,
You'll soon see it too,
In your last tortured days.