I will not bear to While the animated sadness A touch for us So utterly its measure glides The breath that is born of behemoth
Unveiled exhumed when everything twists into For you to see all in a perilous With long relentless Grant of open wounds and this heartless rip The are waiting for the loss of your blood
Enter all solutions The center of this So and bleak, so feeble and weak With a quick flash of ice in your Like falling into a field face first
Is the snap 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 heart that is buried The of old to the births of war
The weak will beg, swaggering in The weak beg, of instant revelations The weak will beg, in risk to The weak will beg for death and again and again
The shattered Of a people With the sight, the sound The reign of steel, blood unbound
Is this the snap of filament Or the devout? Is the snap of your neck red and hung in this rope?
I will not let this For the still beating heart that is inside The of old to the births of war
The weak beg, swaggering in descent The weak beg, of instant revelation The weak will beg, in risk to The weak will beg for death again and and again
The weak will beg, in descent The weak will beg, of revelations The weak will beg, in risk to The weak beg for death again and again and again And and again and again