The Song at Creation's End Video (MV)

Though my wings are ripped and old.
Say "never ever after",
A coat in molten gold.

The lust for my destruction,
Then given to desire.
Until there comes an end,
I'm filled with raging fire.

Hollow brittle stone, fossilised in grief.
A relic that once beat, plucked away by a thief.

Transform them down to marrow, a beast there now resides.
Reforged in my new image, now spilling their insides.

I wear this liar's crown,
Though my wings are ripped and old.
Say "never ever after",
A coat in molten gold.

The lust for my destruction,
Then given to desire.
Until there comes an end,
Engulfed with raging fire.

So I cast this message out, do not avert your eyes.
Death lurks in the dark, the agony of hope's demise.
The hole in my chest, where the flesh is lacerated.
To whence I did reside, I project this -
Hatred.

The fear of the blood creates fear for the flesh.
Upon this rotting world, this plane it does infest.

Just like that world, died to me,
Tragic and writ in blood.
Chandelier of blades, held by a thread,
To share this passionless feeling.

I sleep here.
Motionless.
Fragmented and projecting.
The fate of every cell that exists.
Withering mortality.
Relief in the promise that I give.

Hold me, erase me,
The scream of the shallow, disloyal and faithless.

Inherit my hell, I intone with glee.
Maelstrom - inhuman making.
Despair with me.

But now I know
I'm not alone.
Belief in more than me.

I'm not the only one for whom the flower weeps.

Past the far edge of fate.
The song at creation's end.

But now I know
I'm not alone.
Belief in more than me.

I'm not the only one for whom the flower weeps.
I'm not the only one for whom the flower weeps.
I'm not the only one for whom the flower weeps.
I'm not the only one for whom the flower weeps.