Antestor

Your ideals are wicked and deceiving
How can you find peace
You seek the rightious, but find the void
Die by the sword or live by the book
Glimpse you're death withing the scunt
Seek the righteous, find the truth
The book of eternal youth
Of generations
Cold as stone, you wander still
Awaiting your inevitable death
Your quest has ended where it began
But is there really a life for me
Is there a place to Dwell
Pleasures of the flesh
Via Dolorosa
Of fear and despair, you've wandered
Of hatred and grief, you've slaughtered