War inside spills blood from your veins
Mortal voice of your awe
You fade like the portrait that's bygone
You sip from the chalice of bane
Weakness poisons your soul
The shine in your eyes burns low
Hear my crying from outside
Don't believe in their lies
You should know... it's late
And you'll die...
... in the lake of brine
You fall like the autumnal leaf
In the garden of pain
Broken in your rules... lost in vain
You should wake up from eternal sleep
Hear the noise from below
Life flows to nowhere
And the centuries go
Flagellation - the one way
Of your moaning and grime
You should know... it's late
And you're dying...
... in the lake of brine
