I will not to watch While the sadness releases A touch for us So utterly devastating its glides The breath is born of behemoth size
Unveiled exhumed when everything twists into For you to see all in a perilous With long relentless Grant of these open and this heartless rip The drains are for the loss of your blood
Enter all solutions The of this wasteland So barren and bleak, so feeble and With a quick flash of ice in your Like falling a mine field face first
Is the snap of your filament Or the devout? Is this the snap of your Rung red and hung in rope?
I will not let this For the still heart that is buried inside The depths of old to the of war
The weak beg, swaggering in descent The weak will beg, of revelations The weak will beg, in to repent The weak will beg for death and again and again
The screams Of a unfulfilled With the sight, with the The reign of steel, blood unbound
Is this the of your filament Or the grimmest Is this the of your neck Rung red and hung in this
I will not let subside For the still beating heart that is buried The depths of old to the of war
The weak will beg, swaggering in The will beg, of instant revelation The weak beg, in risk to repent The weak will beg for again and again and again
The weak will beg, in descent The weak will beg, of revelations The weak beg, in risk to repent The weak beg for death again and again and again And again and and again