I will not bear to While the animated sadness A touch for us So devastating its measure glides The breath that is born of behemoth
exhumed when everything twists into form For you to see all in a mourn With relentless devotion Grant of these open and this heartless rip The are waiting for the loss of your blood
Enter all simple The center of this So barren and bleak, so and weak With a quick flash of ice in your Like falling into a mine field face
Is this the snap of filament Or the devout? Is this the snap of your Rung red and in this rope?
I will not let this For the beating heart that is buried inside The of old to the births of war
The will beg, swaggering in descent The will beg, of instant revelations The will beg, in risk to repent The weak will beg for again and again and again
The shattered Of a unfulfilled With the sight, the sound The reign of steel, their blood
Is the snap of your filament Or the grimmest Is the snap of your neck Rung red and hung in this
I not let this subside For the still beating that is buried inside The depths of old to the of war
The weak will beg, in descent The weak will beg, of instant The will beg, in risk to repent The weak will beg for again and again and again
The weak will beg, in descent The will beg, of instant revelations The weak will beg, in to repent The weak will beg for again and again and again And again and and again