Masks were all they were.
A hundred corpses in the dust.
Cast off and left to rot.
I stare into the abyss now.
A thousand faces staring back.
Left to death, rage shines.
A new sign is required.
The trinity was always a lie.
Falsehood meant to shield one.
In the depths of the end it lies.
Life from the dead.
Salvation from the forsaken.
A future from the end.
This time, there will be nothing new.
No mask to craft, no voice to sing.
Only a truth in the ashes of ages past.
