They sat alone in the darknNothing to support their weightnThey have left their marknSo they say goodbyenAnd leave every powernAnd every trait behindnFor the picking, For the takingnAs they arise, I stare at the skynnI hunted down their powernAnd forfilled my hungernVictory is minennAs I devournEverything will combinennThey watched from abovenAnd saw me grownDestroying starsnnI walk in the snownAnd notice my scarsnnThere is nothing to support me nownI fade away into black, like the stars I destroyednThis is a cycle, it must go onnn