Suidakra

No prophet of doom
For a world in decline
Separate my will from my dead
No legend of fate
For the flight of time
But a lost horizon beneath my feet
I am here but absent
A mask behind my face
Time passes by
Leaving faint and hollow days
At strife with my fate
I try to roll my stone
Up to a mount of higher gains
Where's the void
I'm spinning around
Fate itself amounts it all
To the same thing
Lost in the toils of life
Content and depraved
Another phantom rises
To fill the void with lies
I can hear the voices gather
A roundelay of decadence
Increase to battle cries