A Drifting Reign Lyrics

He beside me feels not the fury
(nor the crippling ache of madness)
Whispers flood the home
Where breath is wasted
Solemnly, to taunt a dying soul
It seems too soon

I lament my cursed dreams.
The tempest beckons me,
It masks the filth of the dregs
That sustained my being

Damned to these arctic depths
Cursing fate that bound me here,
A waste of valor
I was built to conquer the sky!
Is the legend
Doomed to be buried in sand
With only her name?

I command
The dust beneath my flesh!
Mother meld my bone in her likeness
Bound to her might, I erupted
Bound to her might-

I lament my cursed dreams
The tempest beckons me,
It masks the filth of the dregs
That sustained my-

Rue passing day
Sing, beast of prey
Rue passing day
(Foolish in heart, tainted blood of)
Sing beast of prey
(...a fragile, headstrong, hunted breed)

Weeping away...
(Misfortune favors those whose progeny they’ll die for)
...These waning days
Voice of divinity warns of impending downfall

Whispers penetrate,
Echoes escalate
Silent, beating heart
(Beware the consequence of steadfast arrogance-)
Silent, pounding heart
(-To dance on mother’s molten breast)

I wrestle the crude assemblage, crucifying my celestial power… The last winds of breath escape in a howl of agony. Still, I revel. I will endure as legend. I will be named a god!

Ever-longing for ascension
Buried skyward I remain
Ever-longing for ascension
Buried skyward I remain