So very weary we stand on the edge of the world and frown - Do we halt? Or press on? What choice do we have?nnThe nectar of life has grown sour Yet still we are forced to exist In these shells for all time We'll never be free!nnThis immortality is grief Our armour stained with the blood of one thousand years before Deprived of your eternal rest Our wings hang lower as this burden takes its tollnnShrouded in shadow we move across dimensions unseen Crying out as we fly Our voices unheardnnWaning, yet undying we long for a suitable end and yet, we are cast in our roles Infinity calls...nnBound to walk amidst His Chosen Destitute in this existence empty... Unwhole Cast without souls So sickeningly DivinennSo very weary this immortality is grief waning, yet undying Infinity calls