An Amaranthine Line Lyrics

The curse of The Immortals: the tedium of endless time

A ceaseless march of forced existence, an amaranthine line

With no cessation, no release from eternity

The cursed Immortals create their own mortality

From the depths their lessers arise

Lost and searching for a guiding light

Subservience instilled by their masters

And so they pray

They walk among the mortals, the lords of all creation

With healing hands lay still their sighs, the promise of salvation

The darkest fears of those unbound by the looming prospect of demise

Feed the longing to assuage the skeptics of an afterlife

From the cults of idolatry

Comes a singular supreme deity

Soothsayers foresee a hereafter

For those who pray

One by one, the pillars all shall fall

In exile, reason casts a pall

On whom they prey

A crusade to indoctrinate, to enslave them all

Illusory serpents undulate and bring the rest to thrall

With saviors guiding from above, and evil held below

A numbing stillness propagates, The Immortals make it so

One by one, the pillars all shall fall

In exile, reason casts a pall

On whom they prey

A burial in an ocean of unanswered prayers

As faith still hinges on blind devotion and soothsayers

Heretics seize the widening divide and conquer all seen

And build upon ashes left by a faithless retreat

The whims of The Immortals, a struggle for supremacy

The smashed and scattered remnants of the singular Divinity

Invaders raid the skyward towers, dispatch the savages with cruelty

To spread a plague divine, to rid the world of heresy

From the West the soldiers arrive

The conquered heretics conscribed

Devotion instilled by their captors

To make them pray

Unborn, a world terraformed by the Lords

Lords unite with allegiances sworn

Lords beguile the simple of mind

Lords divine for those of finite time

Time, the sands run low for those of finite time

Forlorn, a world mired in chaos for Lords

Lords balanced on the blades of swords

Lords divide a mortal paradise

Lords decree a mortal demise

Demise, a clarion sounds to bring a mortal demise

One by one, the pillars all shall fall

Unraptured, The Cleansing casts a pall

On those who prayed