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