Spearhead - Barrén

Severed ties, cleaving away at my past.

Endless design with a hopeful breath.

Prolific paths.

Bound to the flame, senses lost.

Bound to the flame, all my senses lost.

The eternal climb, the final horizon.

The apex of man erased by disbelief.

The summit of ambition pushed beyond my reach,

But still in sight.

Oh god don’t let it slip away.

Is this how it ends?

Is this how it has to be?

And when I’m dead and gone,

And I’ve made my peace.

Will you remember me?