In Worship Video (MV)

The words in silence, spew from my mouth in anguish
I am torment rendered flesh
Watching threadbare lines of triumph
Swaying fragile in the winter

Upon a raised dais, lay dead all that were dear
Their corpses knelt in place, atrophied arms outstretched

In eternal longing to touch the altar of this memory
A life held so fragile, lost to eternal obscurity

Death is no end, only this phase overt and critical
Before and after I am judged, this is truly the end of me

The ashen woods darken, as the curtain falls

In a black room, where all are judged
Leaving behind a world, where no mark remains
So few stay praised, so many return to nothing
Our time is compressed, the end always looming

A caress of the blade, gleaming in scarlet
A welcoming hand offered, ushered into the dark