Becoming The Archetype

The sky grows pale
And the sea turns black
Solid darkness falls all around me
Makes it hard to breath
Makes it hard to think
But the darkness is not empty
It is bearing down upon me
Makes it hard to breath
Makes it hard to think
And I know this cant go on
Oh death my worthy adversary
Youve tormented me for far too long
He leaped into the arms of hell itself
That gave birth unto corruption
And battled with the undead corpse
Until its face was smashed beyond recognition
My hands have taught me terrible things
His hands have SET ME FREE!
[ Ransom Lyrics ]