I will not to watch While the animated sadness A cyanide for us So devastating its measure glides The breath is born of behemoth size
Unveiled exhumed everything twists into form For you to see all in a perilous With long devotion Grant of these open and this heartless rip The drains are for the loss of your blood
Enter all solutions The of this wasteland So and bleak, so feeble and weak With a quick flash of ice in your Like falling into a field face first
Is this the of your filament Or the devout? Is this the snap of neck Rung red and hung in this
I will not let this For the still beating heart is buried inside The depths of old to the of war
The weak will beg, swaggering in The will beg, of instant revelations The weak will beg, in risk to The weak will beg for death again and again and
The shattered Of a unfulfilled 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 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 beg, of instant revelation The weak will beg, in to repent The weak will beg for death again and again and
The weak beg, swaggering in descent The weak will beg, of revelations The weak beg, in risk to repent The weak will beg for death again and and again And and again and again