Spring Will Never Come

I am but a cult of one
Leader and follower, in me the same
The endless failures of Christ
Have shown me nature's eternal path

It lay before - untrampled, untouched
And leads me to a forest dark and green
No God exists here, no heavenly father
To welcome me into his arms

Placed there on the rocks, it beckons me
As I enter a clearing in the wood
A chalice of bronze, filled with blood
I grip it tight, and listen deep
To the trees around me, the stars overhead
Sealing my fate, I take the blood within
And see visions of the world’s bleak demise
The spell's been cast, I now ascend

Alone on this mountain I'll stay
For spring will never come in my heart
No hope can comfort my mind
Overtake me as I depart for the void