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