We dwell in shadows,
us outsiders, outcasts,
the forgotten, and we
spend our lives digging graves
for all the dreams that died on us,
and all the bonds severed by
those who walk in the light,
radiating vainglorious righteousness
We dwell in the shadows.
We are forgotten,
and we will not be mourned.
So we sacrifice our souls -
all of our love and hope -
thinking that maybe it is time
for us to be shown the promised land.
But we dwell in the shadows.
We will be abandoned during the rapture,
and we will stand clearly defined
when Michael battles against the Dragon,
and in the shade left beneath
their vast and fierce struggle
between right and wrong,
we will observe them.
We dwell in the shadows, maybe,
for that reason only.
We dwell in the shadows,
and the apocalypse
is our holy land.
