(Van Dyne)

Knocking on the door that they ignore
Healer of these lands they disrespect
A flicker of light that they snuff out
Synonymous with life, yet they infect

As the dead seek new hymns
Deify their own veiled hearts
Angry at the life they churn
Evil, twisted thoughts self-serve
Pass the exit sign, a false win
Emboldened by a lie that they spin
Rejected antidote, they hate
They have forsaken the hero

Bringer of the cure, yet they endure
Eternally wise, yet they dissect
Edifying truths and they walk out
Authority of life that they perplex

As the dead seek new hymns
Deify their own veiled hearts
Angry at the life they churn
Evil, twisted thoughts self-serve
Pass the exit sign, a false win
Emboldened by a lie that they spin
Rejected antidote, they hate
They have forsaken the hero

As the dead seek new hymns
Deify their own veiled hearts
Angry at the life they churn
Evil, twisted thoughts self-serve
Pass the exit sign, a false win
Emboldened by a lie that they spin
Rejected antidote, they hate
They have forsaken the hero

They have forsaken
They have forsaken
They have forsaken
They have forsaken