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