Against All Odds

What are we, without breath? what are we without life?

I feel myself against a driven wall, a stone of agony and shame

The end of time is near, and I have only my self to blame

For I am the king of this forbidden land, the suffering no more

The time for my crown to take its place, in the night of melting flames

I am no longer the victory, I am no longer my righteous one, the one who proclaims

I am the lost of ancient wars, the agony of blood and violence we have slain

Forgive me not, for I am now against all odds and now I bleed the same

For I am just like anyone, the people are not to blame, the end is near

I do not fear, though life has been so pure, and I have loved the carpet of red

And now I must leave it in the black of the night, it will never light again

Rome and life have been the power of evil and now the Apocalypse has ridden

Our ruins will be buried in the sands of all time, and remembered for our truth