Like withered tree in winter's hold
Pieces falling all around
Sight lost in a once brilliant sky
Now reduced to shades of pale gray
What have 
I become?What have 
I become?My voice resounds, arms outstretched
Embrace the end of days
Reach to the skies, arms outstretched
Embrace the end of days
Fall apart, drifting down
To the sound of mournful harmonies
Now my(Now my)
Voice resounds(Voice resounds)
What have 
I become?I was looking for answers
Trapped in a lonely state of mind
I was drifting and searching
Now my purpose is found
My voice resounds, guide my path
Until the end of days
Reach to the skies, deliverance
Until the end of days
I am steadfast, given sight
I shall stand until the end of days
Tear me apart, rip into my soul
I shall stand until the end of days
Arms outstretched to embrace
The end of days