Eventually they'll come

Your name has been called

Out for eons

To claim the blood

Salvage what remains



For once we've seen the fragile nature

Of things behind its window

Where nothing lives

And nothing ends



And seen what drives the hopelessness

In between their yellow closing walls



The day has come

You are the fatalist

The day has come

You are the fatalist

You walk on soil, that dreams of blood



How can we fight fatigue?

In pre-historic sorrow?

When all is preordained

The cycle never ends



What once had been an endless realm

Of possibility and dream

Now laid to waste and ruin

Laid to waste again

You wash your hands in blood



You squander time

We borrow from eternity

Is it another lame excuse?



The day has come

You are the fatalist

The day has come

You are the fatalist

You walk on soil, that dreams of blood



You are the fatalist



If nothing changes

Then nothing ends



Your thoughts are broken

Your reasoning is flawed

The defense is just an act

All lies are all you've got



You are the fatalist

You are the fatalist



How easy we can see

Defeat behind your argument

The fatalistic smile



The day has come

You are the fatalist

The day has come

You are the fatalist

You walk on soil, that dreams of blood



The day has come

The day has come

You walk the ground that screams for murder