Amidst the Infinite

Shadows from the broken bones of the Master
 Rotting skin, open sores
 Still we plead for him, rid us of disaster
 The dying king we all adore
 Hand that once would crush, frail and weak and wasted
 Iron fist now made of bone
 Void of power and decrepit in its vision
 Feeling safer in the dark
 Floating faces of the damned
 What lies behind the eyes that see nothing at all?
 To hold enthralled
 On a sea of broken hope
 Somehow we sail along now
 Riding on the waves of dreams we laid to waste
 Look upon the shores of retribution
 Drowning pools of our own fear
 Endless torment in the halls of ever after
 Crooked orbit of the fall
 Promised life by the Giver of Salvation
 Yet this death was served to all
 Suffer torment in the halls of ever after
 Endless orbit of the fall
 Orbit of the fall
 Orbit of the fall