Tyrant - Hardening of the Heart Lyrics

Down below the Earthen crust
The man hides in his lair
Waiting for the pale of death
With a blank and icy stare

Darkened pits made of fear
Rest underneath his eyes
Malevolently gripped by the
Eternal grasp of time

The hardening of his heart
Grows with each passing day
Until he has reached the end
And is gone without a trace

Dropping out of life's events
Afraid of what might be
Fading faces drift away
In his absent memory

Theology and the rites of thee
Are used to soothe the fire
That burns the soul of empathy
As he prepares the funeral pyre

Grains of sand fall like sleet
Enveloping his feet
Sinking down to new planes
Where destiny is rearranged

Sharpened teeth made of steel
Grimace around the face
Painted white and void of life
The chosen one's arrived

Cloaked in black with poised hands
That mark the turning point
To cleanse his inner strife of life
Met by the reapers scythe