The Ghosts That Call My Name

Why am I the only one
Left standing at the hilltop?
In the end
When all is said and done
I'm proud of who I've become

I devoured everyone who stood in my way
Buried bones and plowed over graves
I set the world ablaze

I'm alive
But I wither away in a constant reminder
Of who I've become
It cannot be undone
Beneath a dying Sun

I'll burn with the world I created
The cost of satiation

Alone, with no one to serve me
No one left to serve me
I whisper to their empty skulls
What lingers still
Is their weary souls
Unworthy

The emptiness inside of me
Reminding me constantly
That I walk alone in this
Valley of scattered bones
Enslave my soul to never rest
In the hell that I will manifest
Of tortured souls left in the wake
Of the barren throne I dared to take

I took the throne
Now I am alone

I can't sleep at night now
Because the ghosts that call my name
And I have become afraid to answer
For what I've done
For what I've done

I can't stand
My own reflection
For what I have done
There's no chance
Of a resurrection
For a dying Sun

Why am I the only one
Left standing at the hilltop
In the end when all is said and done
I'm proud of who I've become

My salvation was blood
All the sheep have been culled
My salvation was blood
All the sheep have been culled