I will not bear to While the sadness releases A touch for us So utterly devastating its glides The breath that is born of behemoth
Unveiled when 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 waiting for the loss of blood
Enter all solutions The of this wasteland So barren and bleak, so and weak With a quick flash of ice in your Like falling into a field face first
Is the snap of your filament Or the devout? Is the snap of your neck Rung red and hung in rope?
I not let this subside For the beating heart that is buried inside The depths of old to the of war
The weak will beg, in descent The weak will beg, of revelations The weak will beg, in to repent The weak will beg for death again and and again
The screams Of a unfulfilled the sight, with the sound The reign of steel, their unbound
Is this the snap of filament Or the grimmest Is the snap of your neck Rung red and in this rope?
I will not let this 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 revelation The will beg, in risk to repent The weak will beg for death again and and again
The weak beg, swaggering in descent The weak will beg, of revelations The weak will beg, in risk to The weak beg for death again and again and again And again and again and