I will not to watch While the animated sadness A touch for us So utterly devastating its measure The that is born of behemoth size
Unveiled when everything twists into form For you to see all in a mourn With relentless devotion Grant of these open wounds and this rip The drains are waiting for the of your blood
Enter all solutions The center of wasteland So and bleak, so feeble and weak With a quick of ice in your chest Like falling into a mine field face
Is this the of your filament Or the grimmest Is this the 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, swaggering in The will beg, of instant revelations The will beg, in risk to repent The weak will beg for death again and and again
The shattered Of a people With the sight, the sound The of steel, their blood unbound
Is this the of your filament Or the devout? 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 beg, swaggering in descent The weak will beg, of revelation The will beg, in risk to repent The weak beg for death again and again and again
The weak will beg, swaggering in The weak will beg, of instant The will beg, in risk to repent The weak will beg for death and again and again And again and and again