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