We turn our swords for the time
............................................
We hope ...............................
Our dreams fail again.
Let me see my ......................
Rising tides feed his pleasure
He can't see.
We ask for more of our children.
To pity their cries
They weep for nothing.
The ............., the .................
Will feast on the wands.
Shelter me in blissful .......
............ into my body
I can't see.
The streets are filled with beggars,
Like rats, like whores amongst the swine again.
With emptiness comes my sadness,
Soothing dreams in moment's madness,
As we watch the pain passing by again.
I have wept my seas of morrow,
The doomsday's air, suicide sorrow,
The evidence we will cease to be,
Come, follow me.
It will .... you with a sickness,
Then will bring you to your knees.
All its malice will consume you
It can ............ you when I please.
It will break you ..............
.................... torment deep inside
It will lead you, you will follow
.............................. well.
................ me open, see my pain.
Cut me open, feed my flame,
......... my omen is the same.
Softly spoken, call my name.