Deathless

You are waging war against yourselves
Taking the blame
Bearing a cross that is theirs
Living their shame
Like a ghost you swim
These forests of flesh
With no one saying anything
Lifeless unrest
You can kill a sea of demons
But not a horde of skeletons
Your soul may be darkened
But will always shine brighter than theirs
Curse the fates — Storm the gates
Blast your steam into the skies
Fight or be fought
Choose or be chosen
Do or be done to
You are waging war against yourselves
Taking the blame
Under this tombstone of pain
Still lies the fountain of life
You can kill a sea of demons
But not a horde of skeletons
Your soul may be darkened
But will always shine brighter than theirs