1. AS I DIE

Fallen kingdom, homeless poet
Composition of the chaos
Pursuing his long lost dreams
Drinking from the blood rivers

Stealing from me my heartbeat

What is lost will be found
If I fall I will rise
Through the flames, from my ashes
Like a shooting star
Scraping through the sky
Make a wish on me as I die for you

Rotten apple of his eye
Bitter fiction, lifelong massacre
Nurturing his poisonous seeds
Killing without leaving any trace

Stealing from me my last breath

What is lost will be found
If I fall I will rise
Through the flames, from my ashes
Like a shooting star
Scraping through the sky
Make a wish on me as I die for you

What is lost will be found
If I fall I will rise
Through the flames, from my ashes

What is lost will be found
If I fall I will rise
Through the flames, from my ashes
Like a shooting star
Scraping through the sky
Make a wish on me as I die for you