| I surrender | |
| Too weak to carry on | |
| My bones struggle | |
| Towards the soil | |
| I know the end | |
| I know all's in place | |
| For my departure | |
| My sacrifice | |
| I am the end | |
| The bane of yore | |
| Yet bridge to a dawn beyond | |
| I am the end | |
| The sacrifice | |
| Hope's frail seed my legacy | |
| Pathetic host | |
| Bear me like a saint | |
| With bloodletting eyes | |
| To slaughter | |
| Familiar cross | |
| In hatred divine | |
| I welcome you | |
| In wedlock | |
| [Qorban:] | |
| "The ropes bit into my flesh, | |
| The rough wood scraped my back. | |
| A silence of awe fell on the throng, | |
| As my arms were spread out, | |
| Falling gently against the rusty nails protruding from the arms of the cross. | |
| I lost understanding of where I am. | |
| Nothing mattered anymore. | |
| I had done what I think I was born for. | |
| I had planted a seed to grow and tear down the sins of my blood. | |
| But I was born from guilt and I was to return the same way. | |
| My mind left me and the infernal pain behind, | |
| As my flesh and the nails united. | |
| There was a scream somewhere, | |
| And my cross was raised against the muted twilight moon." | |
| [Epilogue:] | |
| Throughout man's rise and fall, stone would hardly change. | |
| The cave in the mountains would see them wake again, | |
| And again, unmoved. This time, something changed. | |
| Carven into the rock above a bed of stone, | |
| These words would meet the Newborn: "Brother, this is my legacy. I woke as you have, | |
| Torn from his flesh, as you are. | |
| I tried to stop them as you will. | |
| I failed, but you will prevail. And here is how..." |