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