Born of obsession
The masters will embodied
Spawned by seeds of blasphemy
The chosen one's conception

Fallen grace, fallen again
Persecuted, hunted, ruthless and endless
My pursuers are many
Alone, my sanctuary in misery
Fallen grace, fallen again
A fleeting moments passing
Rejections, endless torment from those that bore me
From they that shall forsake me
Forlorn, beset with legions of anguish
Torn apart, festering, my soul
Persecuted, hunted, ruthless and endless
Could I have been their savior
Now alone, sanctuary in misery