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