The Boundless

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 unraveling
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