After winds that caress your cold, blood drenched body, not willing to let go.
So is the hope of thoughts loning back to mere peaceful times.

To be born by fighting hand is all I have had.
So let the pain asleep is a battle
I never fought.
Let it guide me through a deranged
world of victims.
Teraing up whatever feeling you will have for the cause.

See with eyes still open, but yet so blind and dark.
Being a part of fight is to belong to something
higher than your self

So see what your anguish has sown in the blood
filled veins of power.
Being the higher being we all will be.
This will is the strong one.

Never mistake my words for what they really are,
now trust me
So see my reality, for the pain it is.
I am no follower, I am the path

Hide now for the feeling will seek upon
your pale skin.

Close your eyes and see the truth.

Clear your mind.
Open your senses.
Don't look back.
Oben your mind.
See your self-free.
Feel it be revealed.
Close your eyes and see the truth.

Behind the shade of compassion lost,
here will be a reckoning
The dawn will come as called upon.
To shatter the sanity that there is left.

Crawl like the vermin, so see what
you have become.
It has always been.
Let's go.
The battle is begun, let's play.
Flow with the screams so silent break the night.
What a symphony of anguish.
Joy, what have we done?

Never mistake my words for what they really are, now trust me.
So see my reality, for the pain it is.
I am no follower, I am the path