The Return Lyrics

The tension rose on day 95, as each of us got pulled in the stream of conceit. Obsessed with the objects we unearthed. As cenobites we made our way back home. Consumed; this journey ate away our virtues. It feasted upon our righteousness and self control. Conducted by a forceful will unknown. What if one could steal man's legacy and use it for himself? Leaving the big black marble, as we look into eachother's lifeless eyes. Fate; the fate of our existence is what we transport. Yet a final challenge seems to be unfolding: The return. I'm turning around, struck by the sound, bullets are coming from every side. As I realize man's will to rule it all has overcome, overthrown, once again... Focus; I must remain alive and move on, our destiny is at stake. Weaklings! Unable to withstand the will to power. Each man is yearning to get his hands on our sacred treasure. Their self control is no match for it's magnetic fields. And as the others try to secure their own dominion, I swiftly make my way towards the artifacts. Unnoticed, unseen. For a second I hesitate, do I dare to use them, and receive all the powers of the world in order to eliminate their lost souls? I'm not designed for this. This was never part of the plan. What impact will this have? I don't know... But time is running out and I will make sure my decision is the right one... For the sake of mankind. Rising up, my body; electrified, as I see my self floating away. Bloodred rain piercing through pitch black skies, all I see is lightning blinding me. Cosmic starlight intertwines as static shocks go through my mind. What came next I can not tell, the agony was worse than Hell. Alive; yet my body feels like I've been burnt. Adrenaline is rushing through my ever blackened veins. Vaporized; my skin has turned to ashes. Yet I'm still standing, head is swaying, eyes are open wide. My senses are reactivated and my will is ever determined. The power to control all life is what I possess, my abilities are godlike. I am the cure for my every dying people. My crown is not what I adore. Lives, they must be saved. Saved. And humanity shall redeem.