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