The Sons Of Endless Skies

We are the Sons of the endless Skies We are the Spawn of Conceit We are the age old Vision of Immortality Seven billion Lives created Cast into the seven Seas Left to drown, die and rot "Carry this Burden Mortality shall be your Curse" "Carry this Burden Mortality shall be your Curse" 'One by one - for Centuries I have created What should have been my unblemished self I can't stand this imperfect Image A sickening Likeness cut from my own Flesh Cut from my own Flesh" We are the age old Vision of Immortality