Becoming The Archetype Follow

The sky grows pale and the sea turns black
Solid darkness falls all around me
Makes it hard to breathe
Makes it hard to think

But the darkness is not empty
It is bearing down upon me
Makes it hard to breathe
Makes it hard to think
And I know this can't go on

Oh, death, my worthy adversary
You've tormented me for far too long
He leapt into the arms of hell itself
That gave birth to corruption

Until it's face was smashed beyond recognition

My hands have taught me terrible things
His hands have set me free
My hands have taught me terrible things
His hands have set me free

My hands have taught me terrible things
Terrible things, terrible things
My hands have taught me terrible things
His hands have set me free
My hands have taught me terrible things
Terrible things, terrible things

The sky grows pale and the sea turns black
Solid darkness falls all around me
Makes it hard to breathe