Decrepitus, I live in the age when all dies
I spoke my last words thousands of years ago
I have survived.
And I live on...
I witness the ever-present exodus of souls
the world keeps on turning
but I stand still
And I watch them leave
Aeons pass and all the wrath
that swelled in the dried blood of my veins
is bursting out
Everyone is afraid to die
while i was born cursed to survive
I'd rather die
I've build my own cenotaph
out of human fear
wrung in aeonic apathy
I'd burn down the world to feel
just to feel
I'd kill to feel
Immortal, forlorn, so far from human...