Текст песни Becoming The Archetype - Ransom

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 breathe,
Makes it hard to think,
And I know this can’t go on.

Oh death my worthy adversary
You’ve tormented me for far too long
He leapt into the arms of hell itself
That gave birth unto corruption
And battled with the undead corpse
Until it’s face was smashed beyond recognition
My hands have taught me terrible things
His hands have set me free!