Liquid is in your throat
For hopeless delight.
After all you fell in love with death,
Life has aborted,
All you've had and all you became.
the night is calling, you pray forth.

A barren waste is your land,
Crops they were sown to die.

This skin is a mirror
the eyes hover with ignorance
hell throb from your lips
Sucked in and safe from the world of sleep

All years caring for a liar.
The barren road is winding higher
you're a moth too close to the fire

You are stuck in a pit of confusion
changing and waiting and seeking the truth of it all

Fleeting in sorrow pushing your spirit away
seeking the weakness of dislike
whispered from the heart.
To be, We're all in the mourning,
to despair.

Cries out the restless will also... die.

Resurrection covered with death
drawing the life under one
A fact tied to the earth,
the souls a victim, a follower.


And the pride of a mother
drawn close in a mother's son.
and the love from a father
was used by a father's son

Over warrior's token
mispoken lives on,
The language unimportant.
So fair and so just.

All the land is taken