Born in a cradle of thorns Into the burden of infamy All hail the chosen one Behold, the golden son Rising with the dawn Into a future of majesty A shining light The blinding eye Of fate In the dark Burned a dying star Sing your final song Oh how the mighty have fallen In the dark Fading into dust All that's good has gone Oh how the mighty have fallen Stumble upon yourself Exit of divinity A lantern light In the midnight air Guide me home Down in a hole Forsake yourself Too far gone All that's left A sense of self You discarded along the way In the dark Burned a dying star Sing your final song Oh how the mighty have fallen In the dark Fading into dust All that's good has gone Oh how the mighty have fallen