once i have been blinded by memories
isolation passed through bleeding leaves
near that dark place, i saw my tears drop down into
silent mourn demons awoke me from ashes and angels
stood by their side
i need to spit on their face
i need to break up their bones
as demons force me to see angels bleed
i feel the scars burning inside of me
the old stories, i cant bury. the scorn i had to take,
is to strong i see the angels fall two steps forward,
could be the end finally the ghosts descent as we speak
of pain is killing pain we are part of ten prophecies
a wish for a deeper kind of bleeding
what if, its like the scars are wiped away
the severance of all between
something will collide with eternity
demons awoke me from ashes
and angels stood by their side