Cycles of Decay (Vs Sonic.exe Phantom Anthology V2 OST)

[Verse 1] Sit down, little mortal, and wipe off your feet The dust on this floor has tasted defeat I’ve worn down the carpet, I’ve weathered the stone I sit on a throne built of marrow and bone You scramble so fast through the maze of my hall But I am in no rush to catch you at all The curtains are frayed and the props are all rust In here, there is nothing but time and disgust. [Chorus] Everything withers and everything breaks No matter the steps that the little mouse takes The gold turns to copper, the bright turns to gray You cannot outrun your own dying day So bow to the sovereign, bow before a god And listen to the rot as it begins to decay. [Verse 2] You stare through the glass with your pitiful eyes Thinking you’re safe in your sheltered skies But look at your hands, they are starting to age You’re trapped in the theater, turning the page I’ve shattered the heroes and painted the walls With the beautiful blood of the ones who took falls I don't need to chase you, I don't need to run I simply wait here for the setting of sun. [Chorus] Everything withers and everything breaks No matter the steps that the little mouse takes The gold turns to copper, the bright turns to gray You cannot outrun your own dying day So bow to the sovereign, bow before a god And listen to the rot as it begins to decay. [Verse 3] The organs are bellowing, heavy and slow A requiem chanting for all below I am the curator of all that is spoiled The emperor reigning over the soiled You thought you could challenge a god of the old? Your spirit is already shifting to mold Take off the crown, let the mortality show There’s nowhere to run, there is nowhere to go. [Grand piano solo] [Bridge] I’ve watched empires crumble to ash in my hand I’ve choked out the life from this beautiful land The music is slowing, the velvet is torn From the moment you entered, your spirit was shorn! You are just another morsel for the worm, Just another actor waiting for the squirm... [Chorus] Everything withers and everything breaks No matter the steps that the little mouse takes The gold turns to copper, the bright turns to gray You cannot outrun your own dying day So bow to the sovereign, bow before a god And listen to the rot as it begins to decay.