Wait for sundown to cast your net
Lost your senses with words of regret
Tortured children, lie at his feet
All fall, who will bow but me?

Swung from the bough as it broke from your tree
Cry of the choir, cry unto me
Sun rises and fades
Life swells neath the waves

So where are your masters? Your toiling slaves?
Your craftsmen murderers, they wait at the gates
Beg for heaven, he scoffs from his throne
Or Bleed the last breath in the bone

Swung from the bough as it broke from your tree
Cry of the choir, cry unto me
Sun rises and fades
Life swells neath the waves

Who do you seek?
Shadows dance on the seas
Who do you serve?
Chain rattle from birth

Who do you love?
This figment above