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