Fragile mind unbecoming at the threshold arrived

Worn feet compelled by the chimes

Whispers I heard, sanity compromised

With nothing left to fill the space between hell and I

I'm unravelling

Frayed, lost, and forgotten

Will they call me a martyr?

Saint of nothing, father to none

Free of god's hooks, boundless I have become

The melody now out of tune

Crashing of the black moon

Forces that prevented me from forming these wounds are weakening

I continue to bleed as he'd want me to bleed

(Solo - Rauch)

(Solo - Fenton)

I continue to bleed

Sepharail's hooks never truly left me

Saint of nothing, father to none

Free of god's hooks, boundless I have become

I have become undone enthralled by this melody