Chris Curran - Avarice lyrics

My pride can only be rivaled by my greed But this prize is just beyond my reach This covet of ours has left me a phantom Much like our king Who would forfeit his force Save his covetous heart To wield an art Only the sleeper could impart Oh, Umbasa! We claw away at these hollow walls With these greedy hands of ours We're falling apart one by one One by one Poor saint! These opus are a friend That can close these wounds At the price of her piety Our maiden sought to comfort us With an embrace like the dark Purge the children of black To hell with the fools who would consume the stones of Ephemeral Eyes I will hunt down these heroes And render their world black Your kingdom still crumbles Amidst the men Who will wrought our demise I will brave out to these lands And claim what should be mine As the white washes over us We smash the stone And hope to stem the tide To cover up this lie That the gods we thought we knew And called upon Was nothing but a monster all this time We claw away at these hollow walls With these greedy hands of ours We're falling apart one by one And time and time again I collect myself Yet still only half a man But the light within these souls Has given rise To an insatiable lust! Soul of the mind, key to life's ether Soul of the lost, withdrawn from its vessel Let strength be granted So the world might be mended